Multi-Fandom Imagines :)

pope heyward (outer banks)

a/n: okie, 1. pope is WAYY too underrated, NOT COOL. he's literally the smartest of the pogues, and the sweetest and the cutest so. 2. i've been meaing to write this for a while because there's not nearly enough fics about him, but i take forever to write anything. 3. this is set before the whole gold plot.

y/n/n - your nick name, but you prob knew that :)

your pov

walking into the Heywards' home without knocking isn't unusual for me. so when I greet Mrs. Heyward in the kitchen, she's not shocked. "y/n, dear, perfect timing." she smiles and gives me a side hug while mixing what looks like mashed potatoes in a pot. "here, try this and let me know what you think." a little of the mash sits on a spoon and I taste it.

"mmm, it's perfect." I hum with a smile.

turning off the stove and taking the pot off of the heat, she smiles back. "will you be joining us for dinner?"

her hands move to work on something else. "well, if you'll have me. you know I love your cooking Mrs. Heyward." then she informs me that it'll be ready in an estimated fifteen more minutes, and dismisses me to her son's room. of course, not without the suggestive comment to keep his door cracked.

my laugh subsides as i'm approaching his bedroom and lifting my fist to knock on the door. his response is a little muffled, but it was something along the lines of 'it's open!'. I open his door, leaving it cracked behind me, and watch as his eyes leave his textbook to meet mine.

the bored look on his face disappears quickly and is replaced by a dimpled smile. he slams the math book shut and jumps out of his desk chair, making his way across the room to me. "finally! re-reading the same equation formula over and over again was getting unbearable." Pope tosses his head back with a groan while his arms encircle my waist. "there's only so much math I can take for a period of time."

grinning, I rest my hands around the back of his neck. "and here I thought I was dating the math wizz of Outer Banks."

his chuckle is light. "oh, no. you're dating the science wizz of Outer Banks, y/n/n." he leans down, keeping a little distance between us, but not much.

"and I love it." before he's able to smirk and give me a cheeky remark I fist his t-shirt in my hands and connect our lips in a passionate kiss. as I feel him pulling me against him completely, I smile without breaking our kiss and begin to move us towards his bed.

when the back of Pope's knees hit the edge of his bed he doesn't hesitate to pull me down with him, so that I land on top of his laying form. there's barely time for him to pull away, causing him to softly laugh against my lips. though, as soon as he brings his hands up to cup my face and our lips find each other again all traces of silliness is gone.

the gentleness he holds my face with swells my heart. i'm almost sure he's able to feel the blood rushing to where his palms lay on the apples of my cheeks, but I can't bring myself to care.

we've both forgotten about the concept of time, too busy with wandering hands and locked-lips. I don't think much of the time for a few more seconds until I remember that Mrs. Heyward should be finished with dinner any minute now. I left his door cracked. and if I know Pope's mother at all, I know she's not the best at knocking.

so I part from him and blink my eyes open, first noticing the little pout on his lips. his way of asking why I pulled away. "your mom should be done with dinner soon." I say, and watch as his bottom lip juts out further. "and we don't need her seeing us in this . . . position."