#heyward

just having one of those kind of saturdays with your boyfriend. when it still hasn't gotten too cold and you both haven't got anything to do, he takes you on his boat and out into the deep outer banks waters.

your love blossomed during lazy summer days and bonfires on the beach after a long year of sneaking glances and lingering touches. pope ended up asking you to be his girlfriend the day you came with everyone onto the cameron's boat to help get his families cross back.

the sun had already well gone down as your boat floated over the open waters, you and pope lounging on the beach chairs laid out. the sea salt scented breeze of the late night air brushed past you. you should've been home hours ago, but regardless you made no effort to get there.

"would you ever get my name tatted?"

"hm.."

pope was one of the lucky ones — able to use his deep understanding and intelligence to gain access to the education he had always feigned for. leaving him to be taunted at, by kooks.

as the person he was, he did tend to take it too personally. yet, another adoring quality of pope was he avoided conflict at any cost. no matter the environment, he stayed his honorable self.

though, the belittling began to get under his skin less and less with the help of your encouragement. he never knew how he could possibly have a girlfriend that was the complete opposite of him. maybe you were always, well, fiery. or you were the product of your environment.

just accustomed to the competitive, power-hungry atmosphere you were brought up in. then, popey came along with his upbeat personality, not persona — real-life personality. just thrilled to have the opportunity he did. it didn't take long for you two to connect; becoming inseparable.

when first getting together, pope invited you to have dinner at his parent's restaurant, to which, his parents were rather confused by the dynamic that was unfolding in front of them.

y'all kept each other in balance — he kept you from strangling every last person at school, and you forced him to become unscathed by the commentary of the entire school. or rather, every critique in his life. though, you were hell-bent that he should at least stand up for himself once.

your abrupt, forward personality grew quickly on his entire family, leaving them, rather, fond of you. you forced pope to unstick himself from the wall — getting him out of his comfort zone. without freaking the fuck out constantly.

pope about had a panic attack the first time you suggested him sneaking in your house, and spending the night. the simple idea of being caught caused a frenzy in his mind. along with fears of what would come after sneaking in. he has performance fears, what can he say?

planning to post this on the anniversary of the first season of OBX coming out at least the first chapter which would be April only because I do want to add more chapters, that’s only because I procrastinate on writing any of my fanfics🙈 but I am open to posting the Prologue earlier