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anamenooneowns · 21 days

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖MEETING POPE

an: this is a moodboard/ficlet and something mashup for pope bc i got a smack of inspiration. you're from deep in the south, raised around nature and moved to the obx.

DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY

Being from the deep South and moving to the Outerbanks, you weren't too far out of your element. Back home, your family was one of the few that lived comfortably and that didn't change in the OBX, moving into a spacious estate.

What did change somewhat was your interests. A new one being added on: Pope Heyward. Your father had ordered groceries from Heyward to be delivered for a house warming party. You were sitting at the end of your new house's dock, one leg in the water and the other hiked up to your chest, a temporary table for you to write in your journal when you heard a boat coming in.

And one of the prettiest boys you've on the island so far, on it.

"Hi!" you yelled over the motor as he finally docked, staring at you a moment too long before he blinked and pulled the key from the ignition, silencing it.

He wiped his hands on his cargo shorts and cleared his throat. "Uh, hey- I mean, yeah, hi."

Silence.

You raised your eyebrows and looked over your shoulder at your house. "So... you're Mr. Heyward's son, I'm guessin'? Y'voice definitely don't sound like it's imbued with an old spirit who's been 'round 'nd seen it all."

At that, a small huff of laughter escaped through his nose, a smile cracking on his lips to display white and nonuniform teeth. He had a sliver of a gap between the front two. His smile was pretty, too. "Got the first part right... but I think I've seen plenty. Actually, I've probably seen and done too many things I shouldn't have."

He doesn't know why he's telling you this. Maybe it's cause you're fucking gorgeous, or how your aura is calm and tinged with something a bit wild that he can see in your eyes but is somehow also regal and not in that snooty Kook way either, or how sweet your Southern accent is that it's wrapping around his head and through his ears like a symphony.

"Mm, then I guess this island's got more to offer than I thought," you sighed and finally stood up. "Should show me 'round then someday, Heyward's son, need help with those groceries?"

"Oh, no- I can't. My dad would kill me, you're the customer and you're a girl-"

"The hell's it gotta do with what's under my clothes, Heyward's son?" you were poking, wanting to fluster this pretty boy who did get pretty damn flustered.

"I just mean like- I should be doing it. Not that you can't, but you shouldn't have to, y'know? I can definitely tell you could-"

You laughed. It was a full, loud sound that made Pope's face hot. "I'm teasin', relax. Look, there's 'bout eight bags you got. Four and four, even."

And you didn't wait for him either, grabbing two bags in each hand and walking down the dock with them.

It was then that Pope realized sething and cupped his hands around his mouth. "My name's Pope, I never got yours!"

Yeah, your interests definitely changed.

an: comments and reblogs are appreciated! thanks for reading!

#divider by cafekitsune #pope hayward x reader #pope heyward x black reader #x black!fem!reader #x black reader #obx fanfiction #pope heyward #pope heyward fanfiction

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bunnys-cove · 11 days

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…. 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤!𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞

Top of his class coming out of high school, valedictorian, National Honor Society & definitely made the Governor’s List. Some people say Ivy League but personally I see him going to an HBCU like Howard or Morehouse.

Inspired by @sadesluvr @starfxkr & @princessbrunette kook!Pope prompts

#covemood #covemood🎞️#pope heyward #pope heyward x black!reader #outer banks #kook!pope x reader #kook!pope x black reader #kook!pope heyward x black reader #obx moodboard #jj maybank x black!reader #outer banks moodboard #pope heyward moodboard #pope heyward x black reader #john b x black!reader

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randommultifandomrants · 24 days

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Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

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loveharlow · 2 months

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pope heyward p. links ⌦ .｡.:*♡

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ literal porn. these are porn links. if it takes you to a web page and nothing is there, press the 'open in app' button. 💋

he's so needy he couldn't wait for you to wake up or take your shorts off

your weird socks turn him on

you record him fucking you from the back for the trio groupchat

your first time riding him and he's been waiting for it

you said his dick was small so he makes sure you feel every inch

fucks you outside of Heyward's before opening

its your first time so he tried to go easy, emphasis on tried

pope fucking camgirl!reader

long distance!pope x reader hook up for the first time in months

backshots w needy!reader get a little messy

you get horny in the empty theater

kook!pope invites fwb!reader over

you and pope's first netflix and chill

let me know if any of these links appear broken!

#p.links #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x platonic!reader #pope heyward x y/n #pope heyward x you #pope heyward smut #pope heyward #pope heyward x fem!reader #pope heyward x black!reader #pope heyward x black!fem!reader #pope heyward p.links

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cleoluvrr · 4 months

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the worst (rafe cameron x heyward!reader)

SYNOPSIS: once you got all that you wanted, nothing was ever the same.

WARNINGS: angst, betrayal of trust

your head felt heavy with pain, frustration, and dread. a slurry of emotions took home within the folds of your minds and there were so many thoughts that you couldn’t pick a single one to focus on. there were so many sounds in a silent room with a single occupant, all echoing against the walls of your skull. your body was on fire but your blood was freezing as it ran through your veins, each cell like a needle of ice as it traveled through your heart.

it felt as if you just might combust.

what you wanted to do the most was scream, but your mouth was glued shut, lips tied up tightly and jaw clenched with a force so strong that your teeth could shatter.

rafe cameron had made a fool out of you. he was a narcissist and a thief that let nothing stand in the way of what he wanted. his greed knew now bounds and it disgusted you. it wasn’t fair that he got everything he wanted and you had to work yourself to the bone just to get a quarter of what he has.

the freedmen's church sat empty aside from you and the woodland creatures that used it for shelter. it smelt of mildew and old wood, and the eerie feeling of someone watching you was driving you slowly insane. your eyes flew up to the beams holding the roof in place, the hiding spot of the golden cross left just as bare as the pews surrounding you.

the building was your source of peace and punishment for your failures.

the memories of that day plague you endlessly. the sound of pope yelling at the pogues out of frustration, them chasing after him as you remained in the same spot long after. the pain you and pope felt was different from whatever the rest of them did. for them it was an inconvenience, but for you and your brother it was a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing feeling of defeat. a torment that was generational. for yourself, there was an additional layer of betrayal.

the man you once cared for deeply had taken advantage of you.

it was all you could think of for months. your foolishness had not only hurt you, but the people that you loved the most. you should’ve never trusted rafe to do right by anyone, to have decency. you should have listened to jj when he told you to stay away from him, but you were stubborn. if you wanted to do something, you were going to do it. maybe that was your fatal flaw.

you came to the church a lot after the cross was stolen. the company of those residing in spirit was more comforting than those of the living, even if they left you feeling unsettled. you felt like you deserved it for disappointing them; your ancestors, your friends, your family.

it felt as if they all stood in the pulpit staring down at you in the pews, head hung in shame and chest heavy with guilt.

the feeling became stronger when the familiar sound of an engine grumbled outside the worn walls of the church, disgruntled spirits less than pleased with the sudden presence of the trespasser.

the sound of his footsteps didn’t move you, nor did the heat of his ocean blue eyes boring into your skin from behind. both of you remain silent for a long time, the air tense and filled with unspoken grievances.

“why are you here?” rafe’s familiar voice broke the silence between you, the familiarity of the sound bringing no warmth to you as it once did.

“why are you here?” you repeated his question sharply, irritation dripping from your pores. “don’t you think you’ve desecrated this place enough?”

your throat vibrated in timing with each word that rolled off of your tongue. you made no effort to face the man behind you; he came into your territory without invitation, if he wanted to see your face, he could do it himself.

he gave no reply for a long moment, silence falling between you once again. his feet sounded against the ground as he approached with caution, hesitation heard clearly in each step closer to your seated frame in the front pew.

you didn't look up when he took the space in front of you, eyes still focused on the dusty, rotting floorboards.

“baby–”

“don’t.” your voice sliced through the cool air to cut rafe short. “don’t you ever fucking call me that, rafe cameron.” the sound of the nickname lit a fire in you–an angry, dancing flame of reds and yellows that made your face hot with emotion. “i should have listened to everyone when they told me to stay away from you.”

finally you lift your gaze to meet his own. his eyes, once a beautiful ocean blue, were a dull shade of overcast skies to you. his beauty brought you no butterflies, not anymore. your soft spot for his bright smile and charming face had been eaten away by the moths that killed every monarch in your heart. instead you felt sick, saliva gathering beneath your tongue as the sight of him made the guilt you felt amplify tenfold.

you swallowed down the liquid, but the sick feeling never went away

“i didn’t mean for everything to turn out like this, y/n…i really didn’t.” his voice was coated in sincerity, but you’d do well to never believe a word that came out of his mouth again. “i just…it–” the blonde ran a hand over his head as he struggled to find his words. “i had to do what i had to do for my family, okay? i would never do something to hurt you–not on purpose.”

“well, you did hurt me, rafe.”

“and i understand that.” he nodded at you. “i hurt you, and you probably think i’m a piece of shit. but–just think of being in my position for a minute; wouldn’t you do the same thing? sometimes we have to make hard decisions, so don’t think that i wanted to do that, y/n…i had to. my family needed the cross.”

if you had the energy, you'd laugh in his face. rafe’s words would be comical had this been a badly written sitcom. you mustered up a hearty scoff instead, the dramatic sound echoing off the walls of the church as you stared up at him is disbelief.

“you didn’t need the cross, rafe. ward is a greedy bastard and you're doing his bidding because you want his approval.” you didn’t hold back your disgust with the man standing before you, or your disdain for his father. “do you know why it was hidden in here? because denmark tanny knew that the people needed it. people that were stolen from their homes and didnt have a single thing to their names. my people, rafe–that’s why he hid it in a fucking freedman’s church.”

“y/n–”

“you live in that man’s house–you steal his gold, you steal his cross, and you desecrate the grave of his wife. a grave that he was killed for digging.” tears were beginning to build up in your eyes from the rage and feelings of betrayal consumed you. “you use me as a pawn…you come into this church and disturb the souls that lived lifetimes without freedom because of people like you, so fueled by your desire for power that you’ll stop at nothing to get it…or keep it.”

rafe stared at your wordlessly, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he scraped his mind for a response.

standing from your seat, you shoved him out of the way as you made your way to the back of the building. if he stumbled you didn’t notice, eyes trained on the exit on the other side of the room. everything you’d been holding back for months was starting to come to the surface after just a few minutes in his presence.

you had to get away from him or your heart just might explode and paint the wooden panels lining the walls a dark shade of red.

you face him once more as you reach the doorway of the church, a thought reaching your mind through the thick clouds of emotions that forever surrounded it. a breeze caused a chill to run down your spine and your jacket covered arms to fill with goosebumps.

the tall man stood in the same place you left him, stupefied and disgustingly handsome. it was the first time you’d ever seen him rendered speechless. you didn’t need to add insult to injury, but he didn’t deserve the kindness of your silence.

he should live with everything he’s ever done haunting him just as it haunts you.

“to tell you the truth, i wish we never…” shaking your head, you allow him to infer rather than finishing your sentence. the embarrassment from your stupid decisions was too strong for you to say it out loud. it only managed to irritate you further–he should feel shame for his actions, not you. “you really are the worst, rafe cameron. i hope you know that.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron x kook!reader #drew starkey #obx fanfiction #outer banks #obx1 #obx2 #pope heyward #obx3 #obx fic #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x black!reader

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1-800-teax · 6 months

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POV: Y/n is the photographer of the pouges.

#obx #obx fic #outer banks #jj maybank x black!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj mayback imagine #pope heyward #kiara carrera #cleo obx #john b routledge #sarah cameron #yn

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fragileruns · 11 months

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SPEAK NOW (TAYLOR’S VERSION)

hi, my loves!! this is a few days late, but in honor of speak now (taylor’s version) coming out, i want to open up my requests to fics/blurbs based on each song!! so just send me a character (ones i write for are listed on my page), a plot description, and what song it should be based off of! also, please clarify if you’d like it to be platonic or romantic & what genre you’d like (fluff, angst, smut, etc)!

all of the songs from the tracklist are listed below, and i will be adding the linked fic next to it as i finish it - if a spot ends up being taken, please request a different song as i would prefer not to write two fics for the same song : )

all fics will be underneath the tag ‘speak now (mia’s version)’ once i make them!

ASK BOX!

mine (taylor’s version) (james’ version)

sparks fly (taylor’s version) (remus’ version)

back to december (taylor’s version)

speak now (taylor’s version)

dear john (taylor’s version)

mean (taylor’s version)

the story of us (taylor’s version) (hotch’s version)

never grow up (taylor’s version) (spencer’s version)

enchanted (taylor’s version) (jj’s version) (rooster’s version)

better than revenge (taylor’s version) (peter’s version)

innocent (taylor’s version)

haunted (taylor’s version) (rooster’s version)

last kiss (taylor’s version) (sirius’ version)

long live (taylor’s version)

ours (taylor’s version) (sirius’ version)

superman (taylor’s version) (hotch’s version)

electric touch (from the vault)

when emma falls in love (from the vault) (james’ version)

i can see you (from the vault) (spence’s version)

castles crumbling (from the vault)

foolish one (from the vault)

timeless (from the vault) (peter’s version)

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saintgoo · 4 months

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Dangerously in Love ☆

PAIRING: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Lovesick couple, Angst-ish

WARNINGS: None

A/N: Been wanting to write a Pope fic since forever omfg

wc: 602 (short asf, ik) ★ ... masterlist ★ ... taglist

The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the sound of your own crying. It wasn't that you were crying loudly or anything, you just had your face too buried in the pillow to hear anything.

It all started when in the morning your mother scolded you for going to a party the night before, and right after that you had to take another shower because you had spilled coffee on yourself, making you late for school. The day continued with you having to listen to your chemistry teacher's complaints, smudging your mascara while doing your makeup, sleeping in history class, not being able to see your boyfriend at any point, tripping on the sidewalk on the way home and finally burning the food you were making after school.

This sequence of events left you emotionally tired and sad, so all you could do was lie in bed and wallow in tears. At some point, the door opened, revealing Pope with his backpack on his back. You only noticed his presence when he spoke, leaving the backpack on the floor and climbing onto the bed, climbing over you and then hugging you from behind in a spoon.

“Babe, you good?” He placed his hand on your waist and the other under your neck, hugging you. With his gestures you ended up crying more, hugging him tightly and digging your head out of the pillow, turning to him.

All you could do was bury your head on his chest, hugging him by the neck. “Why are you crying?” He whispered in your ear, moving his hand from your waist to your back, slowly moving up and down.

You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he strokes your back gently. You don't know why, but something about the way he holds you and caresses you is so comforting. Even though your body is still shaking with sobs, you feel safe in his arms. It's almost like he's holding you so tightly he won't let go. You feel him kiss the top of your head, his words muffled against you, sounding like distant whispers in the background.

"I… I just feel like everything's going wrong," you manage to say between sobs. "I'm failing at school; my teachers think I'm stupid. My parents are mad at me. I… I just feel so… alone," you say quietly, your voice cracking with frustration. You can feel Pope's grip tighten around you, like he's holding you so tightly that he can't let go.

“You'll never be alone as long as I'm here, mama.” You sniffle into his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer warmth and comfort of his embrace. You cling to him like a baby bird snuggled deep in its nest. You can't even remember the last time you felt this safe. You feel his hands running up and down your back, his breathing growing steady and even. You feel the heat of Pope's chest against the back of your neck, his heart beating slowly and steadily. You could hold onto him forever, never letting go.

“Yo…” he said looking at you and lifting your chin with his finger, making you look at him. “I love you more than anything, you can count on me every time, alright?” he said quietly, giving you a look of confirmation, making you feel more and more loved.

“I'm in love with you.” You whispered, a tear falling from your eye as you smiled helplessly in love with him, who returned the smile and kissed your head.

“I'm so in love with you it's dangerous, [Name].”

Send me a request! ☆

#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x y/n #pope heyward x you #pope heyward fanfiction #black reader #fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fluff #outer banks fanfic #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks fic #writing #x reader #saintgoo

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multiverses-and-promdates · 1 year

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Twibanks: the Twilight Outer Banks crossover no one asked for

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cxsmiclore · 2 months

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outer banks is officially open for requests!

i'm so excited to be officially writing for this fandom and currently accepting requests for: john b, jj maybank, kiara carrera, pope heyward, sarah cameron + rafe cameron.

if anyone has any ideas for these characters please feel free to send them in! if you ever need help coming up with ideas you can always read my rules and see what tropes and topics I write for (and to see what I don’t write). i can’t wait to see your requests!

send requests here : rules here!

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stxr-slut · 1 month

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Idk why but my type is "men who you genuinely can't tell if their gay or straight."

Like it's getting out of hand, jj maybank, Pope heyward, finnick odair, SIRIUS BLACK???

Not to mention my ex, rip (he's not dead, I just wish he was). Like I literally thought that man was gay when I first met him.

#cassie yaps !! ☆▪︎☆#like whats my problem??#maybe this is why my relationships never work #also half the time their like me but in male form #marauders #sirius black #sirius black x reader #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #pope heyward #pope hayward #pope heyward x reader #pope hayward x reader

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anamenooneowns · 12 days

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Pope

༻✦MEETING POPE

#pope heyward x black reader #pope heyward #pope obx #pope outerbanks #pope heyward fanfiction #pope heyward x reader #x black reader #x black!reader

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bunnys-cove · 1 month

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Outer Banks Barbie🎀

…. definitely a pogue princess, but I can’t decide which of the boys to pair her with

#covemood #covemood🎞️#pope heyward x black!reader #John b x black!reader #jj maybank x black!reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #obx moodboard #obx x black!reader #x black!reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #topper Thornton x black!reader #rafe #rafe cameron x reader #jj mayback x reader

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loveharlow · 1 year

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Found this on Pinterest and it just screams if Pope had a twin/younger sister who is like besties with Kie but still has her own thing. Kinda how I imagined the reader in Hate That You Want Me (which you should totally read).🥹

#harlowstfu🤫#harlowcore🫀#obx fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #kiara carrera #pope heyward #x black!reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader

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fikefries · 1 month

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send in requests!!

hi guys! send in some requests for any character listed below; im new to writing so im unsure what people would be into!

people i will write for:

harry potter

draco malfoy

ron weasley

harry potter

sirius black

james potter

theodore nott

stranger things

steve harrington

lucas sinclair

eddie munson

obx

john b

pope heyward

jj maybank

rafe cameron

other

elliot (euphoria)

xavier thorpe (wednesday)

miles morales

peter parker

the sturniolo triplets

if there are any other characters you would like that are not mentioned in this list, lmk, ill see what i can do for you!!

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poeticallyspiteful · 10 months

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hey loves, PRETTY PLEASE send in some thoughts on literally any character on my list to get the creative juices flowing, thank you 😭🫶 probably won’t be full on requests but blurbs are like my favorite thing so i wanna write some <33

(especially some regulus black and newt scamander because i am absolutely in love with them both but cannot write either of them for shit rn soooo 😀 help)

#fanfic #charlie weasley x reader #emily prentiss x reader #fred weasley x reader #jj maybank x reader #mj watson x reader #peter parker x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #rafe cameron x reader #regulus black x reader #remus lupin x reader #pope heyward x reader #help i’m forgetting who i write for omg #spencer reid x reader #newt scamander x reader #tina goldenstein x reader

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