𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 (𝘱.𝘩)

- you and pope hadn't been together for long

- your 3 month anniversary had passed a few days ago, not that anyone was counting

- (pope was)

- there had been secretive pining back and forth for nearly a year, all until john b flat out exposed your feelings for each other

- "so... you're just gonna ditch us for sarah again?" pope questioned the freckled boy.

- "you mean like you ditch us to be alone with y/n?"

- both of your jaws hung open as he snapped, only continuing his rant

- "don't look so fucking surprised. you know what you're doing. and whatever is between you two," he raised his eyebrows, gesturing towards you both, "doesn't make it any different just because you guys are too scared to put a label on it."

- and with that, he left, backpack slung on his shoulder as the screen door slammed shut

- in his eyes, he did what needed to be done

- everything was so obvious to everyone but you and pope

- pope was pissed at his friend at first, but that anger was wiped away and forgotten once you confirmed you felt the same

- so at this point in your relationship, you haven't said i love you

- it was more so implied by your friends as a joke

- (but not really)

- today the pogues had gone out to fish on the hms pogue

- but when you were feeling dizzy, pope insisted the pogues drop you guys off at the chateau

- being too tired to leave, you laid down in the hammock and there was no going back

- the sun was already setting, the rest of the pogues were at the dock talking with pope about their plans for the night

- by the time pope joined you in the hammock, you were asleep

- or so he thought

- "please don't wake up." pope uttered in a whisper as he climbed beside you, the hammock swinging with his movement

- pope sighed in relief as you stayed still, no signs of discomfort on your face

- his arm rested under your neck as he leaned his head against yours

- it only took a few minutes for his arm to fall asleep, tingles spreading from his shoulder to his fingertips at the position he was in

- he tried to wiggle his fingers, hoping the numb feeling would subside

- after a few minutes of trying while not waking you up, he gave up, deciding to close his eyes and hopefully fall asleep too

- "oh well. you're lucky i love you, y/n."

- "aw. i love you, too." you mumbled sleepily, lips pulling into a lazy smile

- "y-you're awake?"

- "kinda. but not really." you answered through a yawn. "here, get comfy." you told him, lifting his arm out from under you as you rolled over and laid your head on his chest. "goodnight, pope."

- he smiled softly, kissing the top of your head. there was some newfound confidence behind his voice, knowing that you felt the same about him. "goodnight, y/n."