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Quiet Bliss

Pope Heyward x Clueless!OC

The room was softly lit, the world outside feeling distant and far away. The smell of weed lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of the ocean drifting through the open window. Pope and Quinn were sprawled out on the couch, curled up together beneath a cozy blanket. Everything felt slow, relaxed, and soft—the kind of quiet, peaceful moment that made everything feel like it was in perfect place.

Quinn’s head was resting on Pope’s chest, her body tucked into his side. Her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns over his shirt, the rhythm slow and lazy, as if her hands couldn’t help but touch him. Pope’s fingers ran through her hair gently, occasionally brushing a strand from her face, his touch tender.

There was no need for words. The world outside seemed like a distant memory—there was only the warmth of each other’s presence, the soft hum of the music in the background, and the quiet connection they shared.

Quinn let out a soft, contented hum as she shifted slightly, pressing her lips to Pope’s neck, her kiss light and sweet. She pulled back with a small giggle, her eyes fluttering open for a second, only to close again as she snuggled closer into him. Pope smiled down at her, his fingers brushing over her cheek as she let out another happy sigh.

“Mmm,” Quinn murmured softly, her voice thick with contentment. “You’re so warm, Pope.” Pope chuckled quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead in response.

Quinn smiled, her face glowing with a kind of dreamy happiness. She kissed him on the chin, a quick, random peck, before nuzzling her face into his chest again, her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders, fingers gently kneading at the fabric of his shirt. She hummed softly, the vibrations from her chest making Pope feel like he was wrapped in warmth from the inside out.

He leaned down, planting a light kiss on her temple, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Quinn sighed contentedly, her arms instinctively wrapping around him, pulling him closer. He pressed another kiss to her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his lips.

The whole room felt so calm, so perfect in its stillness. Quinn’s fingers traced over his arm, the touch light and aimless, like she was lost in the moment, feeling every inch of him. It was moments like this—no words, no expectations—that made Pope realize how easy it was to just be with her.

Quinn moved a little, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, and then another one on his neck, giggling quietly when her lips brushed against his skin. Her touch was light, full of affection, and it made his heart flutter every time she kissed him.

Pope ran his hand down her back, fingers lightly caressing the curve of her spine as he leaned in to kiss the top of her head, his lips lingering against her soft hair. “I love you,” he murmured quietly, the words spilling out without even thinking.

Quinn didn’t reply with anything more than a quiet, contented hum as she pressed closer to him, as if the moment itself said everything they needed to say. She kissed his collarbone, a soft, lingering kiss, before resting her head back against his chest.

The world outside faded further into nothingness as they sat there, quiet, the only sound between them the soft, rhythmic hums and murmurs of affection. Their bodies moved together, entwined and completely at ease with one another, and in that peaceful, touch-filled silence, Pope and Quinn knew there was nothing else they needed in that moment. Just this. Just them.

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Sarah and Quinn

Here are some small headcannons of the behind the scenes of Sarah and Quinn as sisters in MALIBU BARBIE.

Quinn and Sarah like to play small pranks on their dad, Ward. He’s so serious that it’s almost too easy to get a rise out of him. Ward never catches on, but they get a laugh every time.

They forget what personal space means. Quinn will just plop on Sarah’s bed without asking, or Sarah will barge into Quinn’s room to share the latest gossip. There’s no knocking or waiting for permission—just a casual invasion of each other’s space.

Quinn and Sarah enjoy long drives around the island, blasting music and singing along with the windows down, pretending they’re in a music video.

Quinn and Sarah often exchange gossip in the most casual way, usually without even thinking twice about it. Sarah’s got the latest school rumors, while Quinn has the lowdown on what’s happening with the Kooks. It’s like an unspoken exchange of information to keep each other “in the know.

After a long day, especially when things got stressful at school or with their parents, Quinn and Sarah would turn off the lights, snuggle up in bed, and talk about anything from boys to dreams to deep life questions. These late-night talks would often end with them giggling or quietly reflecting on how weird and complicated life was becoming, but in those moments, everything felt more manageable.

Every year, Sarah and Quinn would coordinate their Halloween costumes, Whether it was dressing up as matching pop stars, superheroes, or creating funny themed costumes, they always loved getting creative with their ideas. Their costumes were usually a huge hit, even though Rafe would make fun of them. They didn’t care—they loved it.

When they were younger, Quinn and Sarah would sometimes try to sneak out of the house together. They’d wait for the right moment, and Quinn would always make it sound like it was a crazy adventure. More than once, Sarah found herself climbing out the window at two in the morning with Quinn whispering, “I told you it would be fun!”

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a look into the camera roll of Quinn Cameron

pope heyward x quinn cameron

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Rafe and Quinn

A little look into the behind the scenes of Quinn and Rafe as siblings in MALIBU BARBIE

•Quinn always felt different from the rest of the Cameron family. Sarah was the perfect child in their dad’s eyes—polished and put-together—while Quinn was more easygoing and a bit messy. Rafe could relate in his own way, feeling the pressure of being the oldest and the only son. They had a mutual understanding with one another cause of it.

One afternoon when she had been sitting on the porch steps, frustrated after failing a test she actually tried to study for. She had been staring at the paper in her hands, crumpling the edges, when Rafe dropped down beside her.

He didn’t ask what was wrong. Instead, he plucked the paper from her grip and glanced at the grade at the top.

“Yikes,” he muttered, folding it in half.

Quinn groaned. “Thanks for that.”

Rafe smirked but didn’t hand the paper back. Instead, he ripped it in half and then once more, letting the pieces flutter to the ground.

Quinn gaped at him. “What the hell, Rafe?”

“Problem solved,” he said, shrugging. “It’s just a test, Q.”

She rolled her eyes, but the weight on her chest felt a little lighter. “You’re an idiot,” she muttered.

•Rafe was always protective of Quinn due to her bubbly, clumsy, naive nature. When Quinn was younger and constantly getting into trouble—whether it was getting in trouble at school or just generally being the “free spirit” of the family—Rafe would often step in to cover for her.

Quinn sat on the curb outside the gas station, her arms crossed as she nervously tapped her foot against the pavement. The store clerk inside was still watching her through the glass, suspicion written all over his face.

She pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message.

Quinn: Sooo… hypothetically, if someone accidentally shoplifted… like, totally by mistake… what would be the best way to fix it? Asking for a friend.

Rafe: Jesus Christ. What did you do?

Quinn: Okay, don’t freak out. I picked up a drink while looking for my wallet, got distracted, and just… walked out. No alarms went off or anything. It’s fine.

Rafe: It is absolutely NOT fine. Where are you?

With a sigh, she sent her location and braced herself. Fifteen minutes later, Rafe’s truck pulled into the lot. The second he climbed out, she could already see it—the you’re an idiot look he had mastered when it came to her.

He walked up, crossing his arms. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

Quinn groaned. “It was an accident! I didn’t mean to take it—I just forgot I was holding it.”

Rafe dragged a hand down his face. “You forgot to pay for something in your hand?”

“Yes! I was distracted!”

He glanced at the clerk still eyeing them from inside, muttering under his breath before looking back at her. “Stay here.”

She watched as he strolled inside, exchanged a few words with the guy, and pulled some cash from his wallet. A moment later, he came back out and shoved the drink into her hands.

She blinked. “You paid for it?”

“No, I let them call the cops on you over a damn soda,” he deadpanned. “Of course I paid for it.”

Quinn twisted the cap open, smirking. “So technically, you just bought me a drink.”

Rafe shot her a glare. “Get in the truck before I change my mind and actually leave you here.”

Still grinning, she climbed into the passenger seat. As they pulled out of the parking lot, she peeked over at him. “Thanks, Rafe.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Just stop making me do this.”

Quinn smirked. “No promises.”

•Quinn always says thank you when Rafe helps her even if he's grumbling the entire time. He always tells her to shut up, but she knows he secretly likes hearing it.

•Rafe has a talent for knowing when Quinn is lying. She’s bad at it—she just can’t lie. She fidgets, avoids eye contact, and stumbles over her words. He sees right through it every time, raising an eyebrow, arms crossed, waiting for her to crack. She always does.

The sun was high, and the OBX Country Club was buzzing with energy. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were out on the course, showing off their golf skills while Quinn and Sarah chilled in the golf cart, laughing at their antics.

Quinn, always up for some fun, grabbed a golf ball and started playing around with Kelce. As they joked and tossed the ball back and forth, the ball hit off the cart and hit Rafe’s expensive portable speaker, knocking it off the cart and onto the ground with a loud crack.

“Oh shit,” Quinn muttered, eyes wide as she looked at the shattered speaker. Kelce immediately jumped back. “Uh, Quinn… I think you just broke Rafe’s speaker.”

“Shut up,” Quinn hissed, quickly trying to hide the damage. But it was clear from the broken pieces that it was done for.

Rafe, hearing the crash, turned around and walked toward them with an eyebrow raised, his expression shifting from confusion to suspicion as he saw the broken speaker “What the hell happened?” Rafe asked, his voice calm but sharp.

Quinn immediately started fidgeting, her foot tapping nervously. “I—I didn’t do it!” she said too quickly. “It wasn’t my fault!”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t do it, huh?”

Quinn’s eyes darted to the ground, then to the cart. She couldn’t lie to him, and she knew it. “Okay, fine! I might’ve knocked it over… but it was an accident!”

Rafe crossed his arms, waiting. “An accident, huh?”

“Yeah! It just… fell!” she said, now looking everywhere but at him. “I was just playing around, and it slipped! I swear!”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Quinn, you’re terrible at lying.”

She let out a frustrated sigh and slumped her shoulders. “I know, I know! I’m the worst!”

•Rafe and Quinn playfully bicker like it's their job throwing insults back and forth like it's second nature. But if anyone else dares to say something about Quinn?
Suddenly, Rafe isn't so amused anymore.

•Quinn knows exactly how to annoy Rafe. She hums when he’s trying to think, changes the radio station just to mess with him, and steals his truck keys just to watch him lose his mind.

Rafe was driving down the road, his mind focused on a hundred things at once—his plans for the day, the endless to-do list in his head, and the hum of the engine. He glanced over at Quinn, who was sitting beside him, grinning.

The radio was playing his favorite song, and Rafe was content to let the music fill the silence. That is, until Quinn leaned over and casually hit the dial, switching the station mid-song.

“What the hell?” Rafe said, glancing at her.

Quinn was acting completely innocent, tapping her fingers on the dashboard. “Just looking for something better.”

“I was listening to that,” Rafe said, exasperated, reaching for the dial to switch it back.

But before he could, Quinn quickly changed it again. And again. And again. “Quinn, stop!” he snapped, his hand hovering over the radio.

She just grinned, leaning back in her seat. “What’s the matter, Rafe? You don’t like this station?”

“No, I don’t!” he growled. “I like the one I was listening to. Just leave it alone.”

“C’mon, relax,” she said, casually fiddling with the dial again. “It’s not like you’re really listening anyway.”

“I’m trying to focus!” Rafe said, his voice rising in frustration. “Can’t you just give it a break?”

Quinn’s grin only widened. “But I’m bored,” she teased, leaning toward the radio to change it again.

Rafe reached over, this time quickly yanking the dial back to his station before she could change it again. He shot her a look, his patience almost gone. “You’re impossible.”

Quinn raised her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I’ll leave it alone… for now.”

But Rafe knew better. He rolled his eyes, bracing himself for the next round of radio chaos. Quinn never let anything go without a little fun at his expense.

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MALIBU BARBIE, pope heyward

Nerd bf x Clueless gf

QUINN CAMERON is seen as clueless, sheltered ditzy, carefree, bubbly, kook

POPE HEYWARD is seen as Intelligent, determined, loyal, reserved, compassionate, pouge

Feelings arise as Quinn is caught between her privileged world and the bond forming with Pope, her Pogue tutor. As her growing feelings for Pope challenge the unspoken rules of her social circle. Torn between expectations and self-discovery, the two must navigate their place in a divide of kooks and pouges.

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Always: in which Quinn asks Pope to read to her.

Pope Heyward x Quinn Cameron

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, casting a warm, peaceful light across Pope’s room. The gentle sound of a breeze rustling through the window added to the calming atmosphere. Pope and Quinn were cuddled together on his bed, the world outside feeling distant and far away.

Quinn was nestled comfortably between Pope’s legs, her head resting gently on his chest. She could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, calming her with every beat. Pope was reading to himself, but his attention was just as much on her as it was on the book in his hands. His fingers absentmindedly played with her hair, running through the soft strands, occasionally pausing to give her scalp a light scratch that made her sigh in contentment.

Quinn shifted slightly, her head tilting up to look at him with soft eyes. “Pope,” she murmured

He looked down at her, smiling as he continued to play with her hair. “Yeah?”

Quinn smiled up at him, her eyes soft with affection. “Can you read to me?” she asked, her voice thick with warmth. “Please?”

Pope’s smiled at the request. He didn’t hesitate, setting the book aside and adjusting himself so he could focus more on her. “You want me to read to you?” he asked with a teasing smile, although there was a softness in his voice. “You’re not getting sleepy on me, are you?”

Quinn grinned, snuggling closer to him, her head resting back on his chest. “I won’t fall asleep,” she whispered, a playful glint in her eyes. “I just love hearing you read. It’s calming… and I like being close to you.” Pope’s smile softened, his heart warming at her words. “Alright, alright,” he said, reaching for his book beside him. He opened it back up and began reading in a gentle, soothing voice.

Quinn smiled softly as she relaxed further into him, the sound of his voice making her feel safe and loved. She could feel his fingers softly brushing through her hair, and every touch, every gentle scratch on her scalp, made her feel completely at ease. She closed her eyes, letting the comforting sound of his voice fill her senses. Quinn’s breath slowed, her body melting into him as she sank deeper into the peaceful moment. Pope smiled softly, glancing down at her and noticing how relaxed she had become, her face soft and content. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

Quinn’s lips curled into a sleepy, affectionate smile as she turned her face slightly toward him. Her hand reaching up to gently rest on his chest. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right over where his heart was, then looked up at him again. “You know, I could listen to you read forever.”

Pope chuckled softly, his heart swelling with warmth. “I’d read to you forever if I could,” he said, his voice full of love and sincerity. He paused for a moment, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. “Anything for you.”

Quinn’s eyes softened, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, the kiss slow and sweet. When they pulled apart, Quinn smiled and whispered against his lips, “Always.” Pope smiled, his hand gently cradling her face. “Always,” he whispered back, the word heavy with meaning, the promise of forever.

The room seemed to fade away as Pope and Quinn held each other in a comfortable silence. Quinn settled back into his chest, her body relaxing further as Pope continued to read, his voice now quieter, almost like a lullaby. Quinn’s eyes fluttered closed, the comfort of his arms and the soothing sound of his voice lulling her into a peaceful state, As the world outside faded into the background, Pope whispered one last time, “Always,” before resting his head gently on hers, content in the love they shared.

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Pope and Quinn headcannons

pairing: pope heyward x quinn cameron

Pope finds himself staring at Quinn sometimes, sometimes he doesn’t even realise. He will just be completely lost in thought, watching her as she laughs and talks, when Quinn realises, he will look away, flustered and muttering a quick “what?”

Quinn loves surprising Pope with the things he loves, whether it be the bag of chips he mentioned he loved or a new book he wanted to read. She loves seeing the smile on his face and Pope appreciates it a lot, he feels special that she thought of him.

Whenever Quinn has a random thought- a weird dream or something funny she saw- she texts pope about it. Pope always has a reply for her whether it be thoughtful or gentle teasing, he just enjoys the fact she thinks of him.

Sometimes, late at night Pope and Quinn will go for long drives around the island, talking about random things. Pope will talk about the scholarship and how he wants to study forensic pathology, Quinn talks about how she wants to travel the world. they both love these moments together… also passenger princess pope….

Pope doesn’t always express his emotions in big ways but when he’s with Quinn it’s clear how much she means to him “You know you’re my favourite person, right?” he’ll say and Quinn will grin, feeling loved and appreciated.

Pope reads to Quinn. they’ll lay cuddled up together, her eyes half closed as she listens. every now and then she’ll glance up at him. His voice is calming and Quinn finds herself getting lost in gus words. Occasionally pope will pause and readjust so she’s comfortable, his hands gentle stroking her hair as she gets drowsy.

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MALIBU BARBIE, pope heyward

Nerd bf x Clueless gf

QUINN CAMERON is seen as clueless, sheltered ditzy, carefree, bubbly, kook

POPE HEYWARD is seen as Intelligent, determined, loyal, reserved, compassionate, pouge

Feelings arise as Quinn is caught between her privileged world and the bond forming with Pope, her Pogue tutor. As her growing feelings for Pope challenge the unspoken rules of her social circle. Torn between expectations and self-discovery, the two must navigate their place in a divide of kooks and pouges.

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