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talking to men is so fucking boring i think conversing with a slice of white bread has to be more entertaining
Took a risk and it paid off
This is the face of someone who knows this doesn't always work.
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As a Supernatural fan and a North Carolina native, I can't watch the Croatoan episode without wanting to strangle the writers. The Lost Colony disappeared from Roanoke Island, NORTH CAROLINA, NOT Roanoke, Virginia! Google existed when that episode was written. Growing up in Charlotte, we always seemed to have one lesson every year of elementary school about the Lost Colony...and pirates.
sharing music is so intimate like i'm gonna be thinking about u every time a song u showed me comes on
Forever a Calum girl
Secret Relationship~Pope Heyward
You stretched out on your towel, the sun warming your skin as you adjusted your sunglasses. The ocean waves crashed softly in the background, blending with the occasional laughter from JJ and Pope out in the water. Kie was next to you, eyes closed, soaking up the sun in peaceful silence.
It felt like a perfect Pogue day—until you felt cold water splatter all over you.
"Gah!" you gasped, jolting upright as droplets hit your skin. You ripped your sunglasses off, narrowing your eyes at the culprit.
Pope stood there, grinning mischievously, shaking his hair like a dog. "What? You looked like you were overheating."
"You’re dead," you threatened, grabbing your towel to swat him.
Pope laughed, easily dodging the swing. "I couldn’t resist."
Kie opened one eye and chuckled. "You two are the worst at keeping things casual."
You shot her a look. "Shut up."
Pope flopped down onto the sand beside you, his wet board shorts brushing against your leg. The heat from your tanning session was immediately replaced by his cool touch.
"How was the water?" you asked, pretending not to notice the way your heart raced when he leaned a little closer.
"Perfect," Pope said, eyes softening as he glanced at you. "You should come in next time."
"Maybe," you teased. "If someone promises not to splash me like a maniac."
JJ ran up, dropping his surfboard dramatically onto the sand. "Did I miss something? Why is she threatening to murder you, Pope?"
"Because he—"
Before you could finish, Pope shot you a warning look, and you bit your tongue. JJ knew nothing about your relationship, and you weren’t ready for him to find out. Pope was right. If word got out that the daughter of Sheriff Shoupe was dating a Pogue, chaos would follow.
"Because he’s annoying," you finished, standing up to shake the sand off your towel.
JJ squinted at you suspiciously but shrugged it off. "Fair. Hey, you guys hungry? We could hit The Wreck."
Pope glanced at you. "What do you think?"
You hesitated. "Sure. I could eat."
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At The Wreck…
The four of you sat at a corner booth, JJ devouring a basket of fries while Kie sipped on a lemonade. You and Pope sat across from each other, sneaking glances when no one was looking.
"So," JJ began, pointing a fry at Pope. "What’s up with you lately? You’ve been acting weird."
"Weird how?" Pope asked, trying to play it cool.
JJ shrugged. "I don’t know. Distracted. Secretive. You hiding something from us?"
Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked down at your burger to avoid JJ’s curious gaze.
"JJ," Kie groaned, rolling her eyes. "Not everything is a conspiracy."
JJ smirked. "Maybe not, but you gotta admit—"
The sound of the doorbell interrupted him, and you froze as your dad, Sheriff Shoupe, walked in. He scanned the restaurant, his eyes narrowing when he spotted you.
"Dad," you greeted, standing up awkwardly.
"What are you doing here with them?" Shoupe asked, his tone disapproving as he eyed Pope and JJ.
"Just grabbing lunch," you said, keeping your voice steady.
Shoupe’s eyes lingered on Pope a little too long, and you saw Pope shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"I’ve got my eye on you," Shoupe warned Pope before turning to you. "We’ll talk when you get home."
With that, he left, and the tension at the table was thick.
"Well," JJ said after a beat. "That wasn’t awkward at all."
You sighed, rubbing your temples. "He’s just… overprotective."
Kie gave you a knowing look but said nothing.
As soon as JJ got up to grab another drink, Pope leaned over. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you whispered. "But this is exactly why we need to keep this quiet."
Pope nodded. "I get it. But we’ll figure it out, okay?"
You smiled softly, reaching under the table to squeeze his hand. "Okay."
Just then, JJ returned, plopping back down with a soda. "What’d I miss?"
"Nothing," you both said in unison.
JJ raised an eyebrow. "Sure."
He didn’t look convinced, but for now, your secret was safe.
You smile and hold his hand tighter under the table
Pope smiled back, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. It was a small gesture, but it sent a wave of warmth coursing through your body.
JJ glanced between the two of you, a little too observant for comfort, but said nothing.
The rest of the lunch was filled with casual chatter, but you felt Pope's presence keenly next to you. Every passing moment heightened your awareness of him, the secret touches and subtle glances making your heart pound louder than any conversation.
When it was time to go, Kie and JJ headed back to The Chateau, leaving you and Pope alone for a moment.
"I guess I should go," Pope said, his voice low.
"Yeah," you murmured, feeling a pang of disappointment. You didn't want to say goodbye yet.
Pope studied your face, a silent understanding passing between you. He was struggling just as much as you were.
"can I at least give you a kiss" you murmur playfully touching his shoulders
Pope's eyes darkened at your words, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer.
"I think that's the best idea I've heard all day," he murmured back, his lips brushing against your cheek.
You tilted your head, your lips meeting in a gentle but passionate kiss. It was brief yet filled with an intensity that left you both breathless.Pope's eyes darkened at your words, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer.
You tilted your head, your lips meeting in a gentle but passionate kiss. It was brief yet filled with an intensity that left you both breathless.
You deepened the kiss and added tongue.The kiss, once started innocently, took on a different tone as you added tongue. Pope's grip on your hips tightened, and he pulled you even closer, responding in kind.
His fingers tangled in your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss further. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with the pent-up frustration of keeping your feelings hidden.
You were both lost in the moment, the world around you fading away. His kisses trailed down your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
A part of you knew this was risky, that someone could see. But in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was the feel of his lips on your skin and his body pressed against yours.
You moan and give him more space "god I missed this".
"Me too," he breathed, his hands tracing down your sides and settling on the curve of your hips.
The sound of your moan had sent him reeling, and he reclaimed your lips in an urgent kiss. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" Pope whispered against your mouth.
you murmured happily into the kiss, holding him tighter. at that moment jj came back and saw the scene.The sound of a wolf whistle interrupted the intimate moment, and you broke apart to find JJ smirking at you.
"Well, well," JJ said, leaning against a parked car. "What have we here?"
"shit" you whisper.Pope tensed beside you, his expression hardening as he looked at JJ. "It's not what it looks like."
JJ, however, just chuckled, enjoying the spectacle. "Really? Because to me, it looks like you two were about to get a room."
"We weren't," you protested, your cheeks flushing.
JJ raised an eyebrow, a smug grin on his face. "Oh, come on. You two have been acting weird all day, sneaking glances, giggling... Don't even try to deny it."
Pope took a step forward, his voice stern. "JJ, listen—"
But JJ interrupted him, holding up a hand. "Save it, man. I figured it out a long time ago. You're not as subtle as you think."
Your heart sank. You had been so careful, so calculated, and yet JJ had known all along?
Pope's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists.
JJ's tone softened, his smirk fading into a serious expression. "Hey, it's cool. I get it. You two like each other, and you've been tryna hide it. But secrets have a way of getting out, you know?"
You could feel the tension in the air thicken. Pope was on edge; JJ's casual attitude irked him.
Pope took a calming breath before speaking. "Yes, we've been seeing each other. But we've been keeping it quiet for a reason. If my dad finds out..."
JJ nodded understandingly. "Hey, I get it. Sheriff Shoupe ain't a fan of us pogues."
He paused, considering something before he continued. "Look, your secret is safe with me. I won't say anything."
Pope's shoulders dropped, some of the tension leaving his body. "Thanks, JJ."
"Just don't be shocked if Kie figures it out too," JJ warned with a small smile.
You groaned inwardly. Kie was observant; it wouldn't be long before she caught on too.
"Great," you muttered. "Just great."
JJ chuckled, patting you on the shoulder. "Chin up, kid. This is the Outer Banks. Nothing stays a secret for long here."
There was some truth to that. The community was tight-knit, and gossip spread like wildfire.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. JJ was right.
Pope shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his own mouth. "You're infuriating, you know that?"
JJ flashed a cocky grin. "It's part of my charm."
With that, he turned and headed back to his car. You and Pope shared a look, relief and resignation mingling in your gazes.
Once JJ had driven off, you and Pope were left alone again. The silence between you was loaded with the weight of JJ's discovery.
"So, that went well," you said with a nervous laugh.
Pope let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "As well as it could've, I suppose."
He looked at you, his eyes serious. "We need to be more careful. If JJ noticed, Kie definitely will. And your dad..."
you kiss him to reassure him .The feeling of your lips on his immediately calmed his nerves. He relaxed into the kiss, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace.
For a moment, there were no worries, no fears. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms.
i don't give a single fuck if someone here hates me or finds me annoying for the amount of times I've said the same thing
but
for the love of god STOP TAGGING RAFE FICS UNDER DREW'S in general just STOP PUTTING YOUR WORKS UNDER TAG'S THAT AREN'T FOR IT
it's not the same to tag a trevor or zach fic under drew's (because there's nearly none of them) in the way that rafe's fic appear on drew's tag by the amount of works that are posted for that specific character everyday
it's the same for pope, jj, john b, etc
like actually please stop not only you stop readers for reading what they want but you also stop the author's of drew's fic from getting their work to the one's searching for it
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They can't cast pedro pascal against another man especially when it's like a love triangle thing— the materialists, the mentalist, idk whatever. Because no matter how good and pretty the other man is, why would you not choose pedro pascal??? Why not choose puppy dog cow deer doe baby brown dark eyes???
And on a personal note, why is the other choice always a white man??? it's a disservice is what it is, bring in some real competition
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for the love of god stop the tagging things on tags that aren't for said tag
rafe and drew specifically!!! someone looking for pope won't read rafe because it wasn't what they were looking for
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
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steve rogers and natasha romanoff in every mcu movie:
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