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Request.

A/N: This was so cute...

Was wondering how the dynamics would be if Ozzy was broken up with?

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Ozzy doesn’t talk about it.

Not really.

When the relationship ends, he just… folds in on himself. It’s not dramatic. There’s no big scene, no yelling, no drunken phone calls or broken furniture. He just gets quiet. Quieter than usual. And for someone like Ozzy — someone who’s already soft-spoken, already keeps things close to his chest — the silence feels deafening.

He still shows up. To the chateau. To the beach. To work. But there’s something missing in him, like a record skipping, like a song you loved but can’t listen to anymore.

JJ notices first — the way Ozzy stops carrying his camera everywhere. The way he stops sketching in his notebook or wandering off during sunsets to catch the light just right. He doesn’t smile as easily. Doesn’t say your name.

Pope checks in, of course, with quiet questions and comforting eyes, but Ozzy never says much. Just gives a half-shrug and a "some things just stop working." Even if it broke him more than he’ll ever admit.

Kiara offers to key your car. JJ half-jokes about it. Pope just hugs him. Sarah makes him food. Cleo gives him a speech about love and stupidity. John B tells him it’ll pass. And Ozzy... listens. Because he knows they care. He’s grateful. But he still goes home alone.

Some nights, he lies awake tracing where your body used to curl against his. He still sleeps on one side of the bed, leaves room on the pillow beside him. And when he does dream, it’s of your laugh or the way you kissed him like he was delicate — like he mattered.

But he doesn’t reach out.

Because Ozzy doesn’t believe in reopening wounds just to feel something. He gives love deeply, quietly, with everything in him — and when it’s gone, he mourns it the same way. He starts making playlists again, weeks later. Writes your name in the margins of poems he’ll never show anyone. Sometimes he walks past the old spots you used to go — not to see you, but to remember.

To honor what it was.

Eventually, he starts to smile again. Laugh again. He carries his camera again, like the world is still worth capturing. The hurt never fully disappears, but it softens, like sea glass worn down by time.

And if you ever came back — if you ever looked at him with that same softness in your eyes — you’d see it: that part of him that never stopped loving you. That quiet ache. That loyalty, still alive beneath the heartbreak.

Because Ozzy doesn’t fall easily, but when he does — it’s for good.

Parings: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Words: 0.5k

Sarah had been friends with both Pope and Y/N for years, but they had never met each other. She knew they would be perfect for each other, so she decided to set them up on a blind date.

Pope was hesitant at first. He had never been on a blind date before, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to start dating again after his last relationship ended badly. But Sarah was persistent, and eventually, he agreed to meet Y/N.

Y/N was nervous too. She had been set up on blind dates before, and they never went well. But she trusted Sarah's judgment, and she was excited to meet someone new.

The day of the date arrived, and Pope and Y/N met at a local coffee shop. They were both surprised at how easy it was to talk to each other. They had so much in common, and they quickly discovered that they shared many of the same interests.

"So, what are your plans for the future?" Pope asked as he sipped his coffee.

"I want to be a journalist," Y/N smiled. "How about you?"

"As weird as it sounds, I want to be a coroner," Pope replied, chuckling.

As they sipped their coffee and chatted, they both felt a spark of attraction. They were both shy at first, but as the conversation flowed, they grew more comfortable with each other.

After a few hours, they decided to go for a walk in the park. They strolled along the path, talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company.

"Where's your favorite place on earth?" Pope randomly asked.

"Hm..." Y/N paused to think. "Probably New York. It's always been a dream to go. What about you?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Weirdly enough, I've never been off the island, other than going to the mainland," Pope responded.

As the sun began to set, they found a quiet spot by the lake and sat down to watch the sunset.

As they watched the sky turn pink and orange, Pope took Y/N's hand in his.

"Let's play 'Would you rather?'" Pope suggested.

"Hmm, okay," Y/N giggled.

"Would you rather lounge by the beach or the pool?" Pope asked.

"The beach! 100% no, 110%!" Y/N chuckled. She had always had a passion for the beach.

"Would you rather be able to fly or become invisible?" Y/N asked.

"Invisible!" Pope quickly answered as if the answer had always been the same.

Y/N began to answer the next question, but was cut off by Pope's lips.

She pulled away and looked up at him, and he leaned in to kiss her again. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, but it was enough to spark a flame between them.

From that moment on, Pope and Y/N were inseparable. They went on more dates, and each one was better than the last. They fell in love, and Sarah was thrilled to have played a part in bringing them together.

a/n: shut up do you want me to cry dad!drew is such a concept omg

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You and Drew hadn’t really planned to get pregnant but once you laid eyes on your beautiful baby girl, you both immediately knew that you would do anything to keep her safe and happy. Originally, you’d been hesitant. The day you found out you were pregnant, you instantly texted Drew and the two of you had a long discussion. You’d been together a while, just over three years, but neither of you felt ready to be a parent. You left it a while before you made a big decision and eventually you both knew where you stood—it was your child. How were you supposed to give that up?

Leading up to the birth was the most stressful for you. Of course, you were in pain and freaking out and kept muttering things like, “I can’t do this, I can’t,” or “Drew, I’m not ready.” Your boyfriend tried his hardest to stay together for you—he knew it was just the nerves talking, but hell, he couldn’t say shit. Drew had fully burst into tears on the drive to the hospital (which definitely didn’t help your attempts to stay calm) and had a mild panic attack himself. 

He stuck by your side the entire time, never letting go of you. Thankfully you went into labour and were dilated fairly quickly so there wasn’t too much time to be stressed—Drew was mainly the one stressing the most during go time. He held your hand, his free hand on your forehead as he pressed quick kisses to it and mumbled words of encouragement, but ultimately you knew he was scared. But hell, so were you. 

By the time she was born neither of you were stressed anymore. All worry flew out the window when you laid eyes on the baby and immediately you knew you would do anything for her. Baby Sofia was born and you and Drew would do everything in her power to make sure she was happy and led a beautiful life. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” 

Drew glanced up at your words, his eyes leaving Sofia for the first time in five minutes. He nodded slowly, reaching out for her and gently, you handed your baby girl over to her daddy for the first time. The way Drew looked down at her had your stomach in knots. You didn’t think you could love him any more, but that boy always surprised you. 

Speaking of surprises, you watched as Drew held her, a few tears escaping his eyes. You did not expect him to cry, but you understood—this all happened so fast and the baby was finally here. Drew couldn’t hold his emotions back as he sniffled, reaching one of his much larger fingers to run over Sofia’s soft cheek. She was so small, it amazed you how beautiful she was. And the boy holding her. 

“Hi, baby girl. It’s Daddy.” Drew spoke with such a gentleness that you’d never heard from him before, it nearly shocked you. He began rocking her back and forth slowly, smiling down at his baby as he blinked back tears. “Welcome to the world, princess.”

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