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[strangeboyonearth]

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. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ pope heyward x male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ smut

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ content warning: explicit smut (MDNI), rough and unprotected sex, anal sex, dirty talk, muscle worship, size gap (pope is bigger), swearing, slight ass eating

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ summary: pope, the gentleman he is, gets surprised when you ask him for a rough fuck. but that doesn't mean he disappoints you.

"i don't want to hurt you, love. you're already smaller than me." to prove his point, pope presses his bulkier body against yours. your body arches instantly, reeling in the rub of his defined abdomen against your own smooth stomach. "you already struggle with taking me when i do it slowly."

"i know, but i could do it." you trace a finger on pope's collarbone before pulling him closer by his cold silver chain. his breath burns your kiss-swollen lips. smirk growing wider while his hands travel down your inner thighs. "i really want it, pope. fuck me like a toy."

a low grumble reverberates from pope's throat. he connects your foreheads with his eyes closed in reverence. "what are you doing to me, boy? how could i say no to those pretty eyes?" he meets your look with a darker gaze before flipping you on the mattress.

you yelp and laugh slightly, your own erection rubbing against the cotton sheets. pope's fevrent hands kneads the flesh of your ass, letting the air brush your rim before closing again. "your ass' so good, pretty boy." he shifts behind you, hot breath nearing your hole. before you knew it, pope's tongue enters and probes your insides. his teeth grazes the outsides, never biting but sharp enough to make your toes curl.

"pope— that's so good—" you moan into the pillow. your stomach blossoms into a thousand sparks when he presses his nose into the gap. just as you grip the sheets anticipating more, pope pulls away. you whimper from the loss of sensations. like being pushed off a really good high. "pope?"

"relax, pretty boy." pope says. the obscene sound of lube slicking his thick cock echoes against the walls. "i'm gonna give you what you like. just stay still." a moment later, the blunt head of his cock presses against your rear insistently. "ready? tell me when it hurts, okay?"

"yes— ah!" the first breach makes your back curl upwards, burying the cockhead further than pope initially intended. he swears above you, fingers clamping around your waist tight enough to leave blooms of bruises for the whole week. pope slowly closes the gap between your butt and his hips, every inch scraping against your insides. it was an addictive combination of pain and pleasure, everything pope gave and what he still had in store for you.

"you're so tight, baby boy. made for my cock." pope groans as he fully buries himself inside you. your muscles instantly clamp around him, his cock slightly curves upwards into that sweet spot that he never struggles to reach. "ready?"

you nod profusely, an unexpected gasp escaping your slightly parted lips as the first thrust came hard. it was a side that you've never seen before: pulling out his entire length before slamming back in in quick successions. every movement making you moan or yelp. your hands search for anything stable to hold through the haze of pleasure, and you find pope's flexed arms behind you. your fingers digs into the hard muscle shaped by carrying boxes and the occasional work out.

"fuck, don't let go pretty boy." pope bends down to whisper to your ears. his sweaty torso fully presses against your body shaking with every powerful plow. your other free hand travels back to touch his abs, folding and flexing upon each pistoning thrust. "that's hot. keep doing that." he pants against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe.

pope hastens the punishing pace into your hole, your feet flailing into the air. your body pushes against the headboard with every fuck, making the whole bed shake in his actions. every nerve in your body feels alive, every touch felt through your whole system. your eyes rolls back into your head as you moaned pope's name like a silent addiction that completely destroyed your body with pleasure. "pope, i think i'm gonna—"

"i know, pretty boy. you're clenching around me so hard." pope chases his own high, the friction between your bodies creating a furnace. you dick finally burst in warm and thick liquids, coiling in a sting while pope overstimulated you. it took him three more thrusts before he flooded you with his own seed, searing and heavy in your stomach.

pope completely crushes you onto the mattress. the only sounds being your ragged breaths and the ceiling fan turning humidity into slightly cool air. he traces absent-minded circles on your legs, murmuring sweet words into your ear. "you did very good." he finishes.

"you're— you're a natural." you breathe in the scent of sweat and sex clinging onto the sheets. you turn your head slightly to smile at pope. he pressed his lips onto yours, gentle and full of that restrained fire that made you fall in love with him in the first place. "w– we should do rough sex more often."

"maybe. as long as it's on your own terms." pope buries his head into the crook of your neck. he easily slides his arm around your waist, biceps bulging on your stomach. he completely wraps you in safety, "as long as it's what you like. i'll give it all, my sweet prince."

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

જ⁀➴ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

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“Can you tell Rafe to talk to Sarah? She’s been dodging me for days now.” I noticed Topper is growing a slight layer of stubble with the way he angled his camera. The red-brick school slowly shrank behind him, giving way to the clear blue sky to come into view. Kelce came out of the glass doors and slowly appeared in the background.

“I don’t think that’s going to be fair to Rafe. Cause if you guys have a problem, he’s gonna have to choose between you and his sister.” I said through the screen just as Topper yelled multiple profanities from shock when Kelce caught up to him. “You better sort it out on your own.” I continued through my own stifled laughter.

Topper let out a pained sigh. “Well is she there? I could come over—“

“No way! We’re going to Barracuda Mike’s, remember? We’re drinkin’ cause we passed Maths, baby. We’re graduating on time, woo hoo!” Kelce interrupted, and I just about heard Topper sigh again. Topper and Sarah may not have been destined for each other, but I still saw how Topper loved her. After getting past the wall that is Rafe Cameron, who apparently cared enough about Sarah to not let his friend date his sister, he never missed an early morning pick up and her 12 AM curfew. Hell, he even has me choosing pads during emergencies because he could “never figure out wings and no wings”.

“Rafe is on the way there.” I told them. “Congratulations guys. You’re getting out of that school.”

“Thanks Charlie-Charlie. Why aren’t you coming anyhow?” Kelce came to from the side of the screen. His toothy smile told me that he definitely passed that extra credit exam.

Just as I was about to answer him, I heard a knock on the door. “Charlie?” Rose poked her head out. “There’s someone here to see you. I let them into the kitchen.”

I thanked Rose as she went back inside. I turned to Topper and Kelce again. “That’s why. See you guys, have fun!” I pressed the red button when they said goodbye too.

I wasn’t sure if JJ would actually show up today. We never exchanged socials despite having seen each other three times now. I asked Ward if I was allowed guests and he told me I had the same freedom as his kids, so I took that as a yes. Before I took the turn to the kitchen, I took a deep breath. My nerves were all worked up again at the mere thought of him.

Just as I suspected, he was sitting by the breakfast bar. His blond hair that carried the chaos of coastal storms was unmistakable in such a polished room, paired with a faded blue cargo shirt with rusted silver buttons for the pockets. He had his broad back to me, and I could almost see how his taut muscles rippled beneath. His red string still floated away into the air and out of the mansion walls.

“Hi, JJ.” I breathed, reaching for a chocolate chip cookie on the table to keep myself from blushing again or looking at his muscular back.

JJ spun around his stool to face me, a crooked grin immediately forming. “Hey there, Charlie-cookie.”

I choked on the burnt crumbs of the cookie in my mouth. Christ, he only said four words and I’m already dying here. “W-where do you get my nicknames?” I heaved for air. “Charlie-boy. Charlie-bear. Now Charlie-cookie. What’s next? Charlie-cow? Charlie-ice cream?”

JJ laughed wholeheartedly. The richness caused tornados in my stomach. “If that’s what you want, Charlie.” He swiped the cookie from my hand and chewed slowly. The look he gave me made my pulse stutter.

“Ew, that went in my mouth already.” I hopped on the stool next to him, my shoes hanging two feet away from the floor. “There’s more you could’ve chosen from.” I nudged him the plate of cookies that Rose must’ve prepared.

“Tastes better when it’s been in ya’ mouth.” JJ reached forward to thumb my lower lip, and my insides immediately flared into a whole-body trance that stopped all survival operations. The focus went to his rough fingertips on my soft lips. “Gives it a little kick.” He removed his finger and leaned back against the marble counter.

I wasn’t sure if he knew what he did or if he was just like this with everyone. His wild smirk never hinted on anything aside from the fact that he’s having fun. “I—So— What will we work on today?” I ignored the ghost of his touch on my lips, still hot enough to keep the wildfire active inside me.

“Wanna ask yo’ Granddad about the full story. Since ya’ said it was a bedtime story.” JJ shrugged. “You do the recording. I do the talkin’. That’s two pages right there.”

I opened my mouth to protest. I cannot trust JJ to talk to my Granddad. But before I could even get a word out, Granndad comes in through the back door from his garden walk. “Charlie, Mr. Maybank, Good Morning.” He greeted with his leveled voice, hands clasped behind him. The universe must hate me.

“Mr. Genrette! Good that you’re here. Wanna ask ya’ some questions.” JJ went behind Granddad and led him to the small dining booth next to a window overlooking the freshly cut greenery. Beyond some tall palm trees, I saw the Cameron’s personal dock extending to the glistening water. Their three-story white yacht floated still, the name ‘My Druthers’ written behind in blue swirls.

“JJ wants to ask you about the story of Elizabeth Teach.” I met Granddad’s eyes just as JJ collided with me. He immediately took up a lot of space with the way his legs spread, and his arms sprawled behind me. I saw a hint of curiosity on Granddad’s face, and I doubt it’s from the story proposition. “I already told him an abridged version of it. It’s for a history project of his, so all we need is the detailed story.” I clarified.

“Yeah give us the wholee story,” JJ leaned forward. “Charlie-bear? Phone please? Didn’t get to bring mine.”

My hand jerked at the nickname. I made sure to glare at JJ as I handed him my device. JJ just arched an eyebrow at me as he hit record. But not without calling my wallpaper of Homer Simpson “rad”.

Granddad cleared his throat. “Well then, Mr. Maybank. The story begins with pirate Edward Teach, also known as Blackbeard. And his companion Bartholomew Genrette.”

“Genrette?” JJ asked almost immediately. He looked at me with confusion and amusement in the slightest curve of his mouth.

Granddad seemed to be surprised with the interruption as well, so I turned to JJ. “I kind of forgot about that part, but yes. Try to keep the questions for later.”

JJ regarded me with a nod, thankfully. Granddad resumed, laying his fists on the table. “Edward and Bartholomew were the best of friends. Until one expedition in the East led them to meet Elizabeth Lim. Both friends fell over heels over the young maiden with porcelain skin and connections to the forces of nature. However, Elizabeth chose Edward and took his name. Driven by jealousy, Bartholomew led authorities to Edward who was then executed for his crimes. He thought Elizabeth would come to him, but instead she was filled by vengeance.”

Halfway through the story, I stole a glace at JJ. His face was illuminated by the early morning sun, bringing out specs of gold in the seas of his irises. “Later on, Bartholomew was to be wed here in Kildare. Using her connections to the elements of nature, Elizabeth arrived at the wedding and cast a curse on him—”

“Thou hast robbed me of my rightful happy ending. Mark me well—neither thou, nor any soul born of thy blood henceforth, shall ever know such fortune.” The quote was etched into my mind. Every night when I was a kid, I thought about it that I could recite it. I could feel the warmth of JJ’s smile on my skin.

“Yes,” Granddad nodded. “The curse gave the Genrette bloodline the ability to see red strings tied to someone’s finger that will someday lead them to the love of their life. And at the same time, if a Genrette falls in love with a person meant for someone else, their beloved will die.”

I closed my eyes, using all my might to not let the weight crush my breath. It was the condition that defined my entire life. Made me clench my fist and silently pray it wasn’t real.

“Woah,” The amazement sparkled in JJ’s eyes. “Is it real?”

“Bartholomew thought nothing of it at first. However, on the night of his wedding, his beloved fell off the tower of his castle.” Granddad concluded.

“No, I mean, Can you guys see red string, and can you never fall in love?” JJ looked at me and Granddad.

“Of course not,” I tried to laugh despite the pain in my chest still gnawing at my flesh. I glanced at Granddad who gave me a nod before meeting JJ’s curious look. “If we start seeing strings everywhere we’d have to be admitted to a looney bin. And if our beloved died, how is our bloodline still here giving birth to more Genrette’s? The story is just passed down to Genrette children to not grow as backstabbers. Or girl or boy stealers. That’s what should go in your paper.”

I wanted to give myself a tap on the shoulder for my quick thinking. But JJ’s smile dripping with conviction was enough victory for me. “Cool beans ya’ got in your fam history, Charlie.”

It wouldn’t have done JJ any good if he knew about the truth, anyway. Let alone the fact that I don’t think he would believe it. This curse had its way of stripping my ancestors to the bane of their humanity, questioning their existence once it takes what it promises to take. It’s the reason I don’t have a grandma and my parents are dead. Genrette’s are well capable of falling in love. And they fall in love so intensely, so deep into the soul, that they’d be willing to risk everything just to be with the love of their life.

Which is why I’m began to worry that this burning feeling I get when JJ is around will someday kill him if I don’t stop.

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

જ⁀➴ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

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જ⁀➴ this chapter is a bit more about rafe and charlie's friendship + lore but jj is still talked about

"You told him about the curse?" Rafe lifted the bottle away from his mouth. He didn’t seem to be interested in my day with JJ until I mentioned that we're going to do the paper on Elizabeth Teach. I knew that Ward and Rose employed free-range parenting, considering how Wheezie changed her hair color for the second time this month, but I didn't know it extended to actual vices. They're cool parents, Rafe's lucky to have them.

"I didn't tell him that I'm cursed. I only told him about the myth, but to him, it's just a story." I took the patio seat across him. The salty wind moved swiftly through my bare legs, making me pull them up and curl into myself. "There's no way I'm telling someone I just met about that."

"Yeah, you didn't even tell Topper and Kelce." He shifted forward, tilting the beer bottle towards my lips. I shook my head, and Rafe just shrugged. "Suit yourself. There's no more on the fridge." He muttered.

Rafe wasn't supposed to learn about the curse either. My bloodline has always kept this story in the family. But whenever someone gets married, it inevitably gets passed to the spouse for well, transparency. Most rational beings run far away, but there's always someone who stays. That's why our name is still here roaming earth.

It wasn't marriage that made me blurt out the truth about Rafe, obviously. It was one bad argument with my Granddad about coming home late that led me to one big rant about my entire life, including being born into the curse. I wasn't even sure if Rafe heard me when it slipped. He just remained indifferent. But he mentions it casually from time to time. I'm still not sure if he believed it, but it seems to be enough for him that I believe in it.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time with... Maybank. What's up with that?" Rafe asked lowly, setting down his empty bottle on the glass coffee table. He rested his arm on his knee, his scarlet ribbon shifting away into the horizon of the sunset.

"We're working on a project, I said that." I rolled my eyes. "Keep up, Rafe Cameron."

"I am keeping up, Charleston Genrette." Rafe smirked slightly when I flinched at the mention of my whole name. It was one of the ways we gave each other icks. "I meant you've been hovering around the man since the beach party. And you had him carry your boxes to the guest room a few days ago."

"It's all coincidences." I sighed. "He happened to just see me at the party, and he just fought up with his girlfriend, so I guess he was looking for someone to talk to. And he wasn't supposed to be at the transfer, he was just with his friend Pope— which by the way is super hot, why didn't you tell me about him?— and the project was just dropped on me this afternoon."

"Three times' far too much to call a coincidence." A drunken drawl began to coat Rafe's words. "And Heyward's hitched. Some fiery girl named Cleo. Had P.E. with her, never won a game cause the ball always ends up with her."

"Oh, how will I ever compete with that." I sighed.

"There's someone out there for you, boy. The same way you keep on telling me Im tied to someone across the ocean." Rafe pushed his dark blond hair away from his face. He took a deep sigh that elevated his chest.

"It's true! I thought you believed in my... abilities." I gestured towards his string like he could also see it. "I never said you'd meet them immediately. It doesn't work that way. It just means that you're bound to meet the love of your life someday. Everyone is, except the Genrette's. At least, we can't see it."

"Well, she's taking a long damn time." Rafe muttered. "Or he. I dont really care."

My eyes widened at Rafe. He met my gaze and glared at me. "Don't read much into it."

"O-Okay," I whispered. Still, the shockwaves still rattled my ribcage. I wasn't sure if he even knew what his words implied. Rafe was the kind of guy who didn't care about what everyone else in his life thought. As long as he drank and surfed and shot rifles with his father on the weekends, he was happy. Even if he never smiles. I wasn't in a position to push him. As his best friend, my responsibility was to protect his silence. Not break it.

"So what do you think of JJ?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation.

"Had some class with him. Fucking loud and lousy in group works. Even I dont ghost until submission date." His eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but focus. "Bad news. Dont get involved with him."

"What? I didn't say I was planning something." I secretly hoped Rafe didn't hear the lies running from my mouth. In reality, I couldn't quite stop thinking about the three times I've seen him. The way his large hands always seemed to be on me. His hot breath against my skin was always smelling like earthy cigarettes. And the intense ocean in his eyes that drowned all my senes.

"I wasn't saying you had something planned with JJ. That came from you." Rafe rolled his eyes. "All I'm saying is it's a bad idea to get involved with someone of his... caliber. You could barely even handle Topper when he's in a sugar rush. And he just came from a relationship of 2 years, people said. Bad idea all around."

"You don't have to worry because I have no plans." I crossed my arms. "Because if I do actually fall for him, we both know what will happen."

Rafe nodded before standing up, his confidence swaying to the mellow winds. "Come on. Rose's probably done with dinner."

"This is so weird and cool at the same time." I followed him into the mansion. Our flip flops looked out of place on the marble tiling, like a checkered board across the entire hallway. "It's like we started our college dorm days a bit earlier."

Rafe groaned. "Don't mention the C word. Especially in front of my fucking father."

I just shook my shoulders in surrender. If JJ towered over me, then Rafe was a hundred years old tree in the rainforest next to me. I barely cleared his stomach. His body was all defined muscle that could easily crush me. And from below, seeing how the warm chandelier lights sharpened the edges of his face, he really looked handsome. I could see why he could get plenty of girls in bed without even saying anything.

He is free to love without risking someone's life, yet his jaw is always clenched, and he plays sad songs in the middle of the night. He's still like me. That's probably why we've always stood together through everything.

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

જ⁀➴ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

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"Why do we have to—" The old librarians immediately silenced JJ as we walked into the room. To the rest of the school, they were the intimidating guard dogs with adjacent desks by the library doors. I was scared to approach them too, but when I couldn't find the last book to this series I got engrossed in, I had to speak to them. They were actually sweet, just gruff. What made them even sweeter was how their crimson line always floated between their hands.

"We're in the library. You have to keep your voice down." I told JJ, just in case it wasn't obvious.

JJ's unappreciative eyes dropped down on me. "Why do we have to go here now? I have an entire week. C'mon, let's go out. I know this really cool restaurant that you'd like."

I squinted my eyes at him. "How do you even know what I like?" We walked through the towering shelving aisles. Aged paper and wax polish wafted our senses. "And that's exactly my point. One week isn't enough time for research, interviews, and writing the paper. So we should at least choose a topic."

"Fine, but only cause you're pretty, pretty boy." JJ tangled his fingers through my dark chocolate locks before shaking them loose, giving my scalp an intense massage. He pulled away almost immediately, and his usual smile told me he didn’t know what he just did to my pounding heart. "Lead the way, sir."

I gestured towards the dark shelving labeled mythology, ignoring the way my heart threatened to rip out of my chest and hop on JJ's hands. Because with the way he made it go crazy these past days, he might as well play with it in his hands. "I'm not sure where to find the Kildare stories because I don't spend my time in this section," I explained. "So let's just look for something we could start off. Try looking for this place on the spine, or sailor stories, basically anything that could lead us to something about this place."

"Aye, aye, captain." JJ gave me a salute before beginning at the other end of the shelf. I thumbed through the cracked leather covers that were probably older than Granddad. I never liked going into this section. They're all curses and witches, and I have enough of that in my life already. "Where do ya' kill time?"

"What?" I asked, kneeling down to survey the lower shelves.

"Ya' said you don't spend time in this section. Where then?" JJ clarified. A book fell with a muffled thud against the floor, and he scrambled to put it back up. I stiffled a laugh mostly because chaos seemed to follow this man.

"Oh, the fiction section mostly. I read anything that's there. From The Hunger Games to Fifty Shades or Grey. If you're familiar." I said.

"So that's why I'on see ya around. You're holed up in here getting lost in sex stories." JJ cackled.

"Hey, Fifty Shades is the only sex book I've ever read. And I probably shouldn't have read it considering I haven't —" I stopped myself before I could complete my statement. JJ didn't have to know all the details of my life, or rather lack of. Especially since he was definitely the type who gets whoever he wants without even opening his mouth.

"Haven't what, Charlie-bear?" JJ asked with, yet his grin burned with knowing hazard. My stomach did consecutive flips again, immediately painting my cheeks with a pink flush.

"Have you found anything yet?" I looked away and took a deep breath. I couldn't let JJ's mere smile take control over me. I had to rein in my emotions and not have them for JJ to examine.

"Nah," JJ groaned loudly. I wouldn't be surprised if the Grandma Librarian was barging towards us right now. "Don't you know any story? I'on wanna go through all these. I'on care if it's good. You must know something since your grandpa's so old."

"No, I don't, JJ." I shook my head. I turned my head, and the world stopped spinning when I realized he was just hovering above me, coating me in his sea-salt musk. "I told you I'm not big on myths—"

"Come on, just spitball." JJ dropped to the floor next to me. His face half in the dark and the other in the dim light filtering through the thin lines of the shelves. Still entirely handsome and dizzying. "Spitball. Spitball. Spitball—"

I mentally racked through the bedtime stories with Granddad and campfire spookers courtesy of Topper and Kelce. But with JJ insistent and bouncing on his knee and so close that his breath fanned my cheek, I blurted out the name that has been on my mind since I was six. "Elizabeth Teach! Fine!"

JJ hummed for a second before scooting closer to me. His muscular thighs invaded my personal space, pressing against my stick legs. It didn't help that he wore shorts, I could clearly see how his muscles were hardened. "What about 'er? Never heard that name."

"It's— I don't remember the tale exactly." My breath came out shaky as my fingers gripped the edge of my sweater. "It was about a pirate back in the 1800s who betrayed Edward Teach, also known as Blackbeard. It led to his death. So his wife, Elizabeth, placed a curse on his entire bloodline."

"And what curse was it?"

I met JJ's eyes again. Like looking through saltwater just as lightning struck. "Whoever that person will fall in love will die." The words were throns on my tongue, making me bleed without drawing any of my metallic blood. But it's there and it hurts.

But to JJ, it's just a story I don't exactly recall. "Cool beans, that's gonna be my topic. Thanks for saving me from actually having to open a book, Charlie-bear." He slammed his palm against my back as he stood up. I flinched as it stung, but I knew he was just being friendly. "Sorry 'bout that, forgot ya' were a skinny little thing."

"It's all good." I remained on the floor, looking up at JJ. The warm light illuminated his undying grin, and yet he looked down at me with half-lidded eyes. Those sad eyes that don't match everything else about him. "See you around?"

"Ya' stayin' at the Cameron mansion, right?" He tucked his hands inside his pockets. "Think we can continue there? Get up and let's go."

"Uh, no. I'm not even sure if Im allowed to have guests over." I said, the weight fully descending to my stomach. I felt sick again. "I think we could call it a day, JJ. As you said, you have an entire week."

"'Kay. Ask Mr. Cameron, then I'll be there tomorrow. Bye, Charlie." Before I could even ask him what time he planned to come, JJ ran away like a kid towards candy. He doesn't seem to be very well-behaved. He's like a snowball of constant fire that lights everything up in his path.

But that couldn't really be my concern right now. I'm making him write about my family history. Shit.

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐕: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

જ⁀➴ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

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"People think—" I dropped my voice and leaned closer to Rafe as a group of students passed us. He may be leaving this school, but I still had one year left in Kildare High. Hence, my recent discovery needs immediate action. "People think we're sleeping together."

"So?" Rafe slammed his locker shut. Instead of a box, he had a trashbag since most of the things he needed to clear out were test papers or books he obviously has no interest in keeping. And anything sentimental went to the tote bag that his sister lent us, which only contained this one notebook we all wrote profanities in when we all failed that one calculus test.

"So? Why aren't you—" The realization sank in like the Titanic. I ran after Rafe, who began striding away to the bathroom. "You knew people were talking about us that way? Why didn't you do anything?"

"Because I don't give a shit about what people think." Rafe grumbled under his breath, stuffing the trashbag into the trashcan like it personally offended him. "They could start a rumor that Im sleeping with the faculty for all I care. I'm out of here."

"What about me, Rafe? Your best friend?" I pointed to myself. Rafe gazes down like me like he didn’t consider it until now, the puff of his chest deflating. "I still have a year here. I can not be the subject of a rumor. I already have enough going on."

"Yeah, yeah." Rafe swiped the tote bag from me and wrapped it around the notebook so that he only held it with a fist "You're vying for honors and cursed and shit. I'll make them shut up. But after I settle all my missing quizzes with Mr. Marsh."

"Thank you!" I threw my hands to the air in relief.

"You're acting like being associated with me is the worst thing to happen to you." Rafe laughed slightly. I wasn't sure if it was a stab towards him or me, but as long as Rafe made that rare sound, it was fine by me. "Why are you following me? Aren't your classes over?"

"Mr. Sunn told me I could do something for extra credit." I explained. Leaving out the part that he promised to give me the highest grade as long as I helped the student who was absolutely not graduating if he didn’t pass. Of course, I had to say yes. Anything is one step closer to Harvard.

"You scare me, Charlie. Doing work for no reason." Rafe whispered as he turned towards Mr. Marsh's classroom. "Don't know why we're friends."

"It's because you love me, Rafe!" I managed to yell before I walked into Mr. Sunn's classroom. But the sight of that red backward baseball cap and dark blond roots fading into salt-pale ends standing inside made me yelp and run outside again, slamming my back hard against the lockers.

"Mr. Genrette?" Mr. Sunn called out, probably confused. But all I could think about was JJ inside. He's the failing student. He's the one I need to help and spend time with and talk to. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Wait, why am I acting like this? JJ was just a friend. Someone I've been seeing a lot lately, sure, but this is a small town. It would be weirder if I didn't see him.

Regaining all my composure, I wiped my palms on my jeans before entering the classroom again. Mr. Sunn tried to hide the bewilderment in his face, but JJ looked at me with annoying amusement. He wore a faded gray tank top that exposed his ribs. It matched his sharp blue eyes where his sea-roughened blond waves shadowed over. "Sorry about that," I looked at them. "I had to sneeze."

"Okay?" Mr. Sunn raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat. "Anyway, JJ, I would like to introduce Charlie Genrette here. He will be helping you with your final project, which, hopefully, you will be able to pass. Because I wouldn't want to be the reason why someone will get held back."

"Ya' sure you can't just write some score there?" JJ leaned forward like we were planning a conspiracy in this afternoon sunlight swallowed room.

"Sadly, it doesn't work like that, JJ. If it did, then trust me, I wouldn't be making you do this." Mr. Sunn said, pushing his dreadlocks off his shoulders. "You're just too far away from the passing threshold. If you want, I could show Charlie here—"

"There's no need to rehash painful memories!" JJ flashed me a nervous smile, taking off his cap to push back his greasy hair. It was chaos pointing in different directions, yet it took my breath away. "I'll do what I have to do. Especially since you gave me someone cute to work with."

"What will I help him with?" I asked, ignoring JJ's words. Or the way he made my mouth dry.

"I want a paper on folktales, legends, or myths here in Kildare. Not something I could look up on the internet." Mr. Sunn turned to JJ. "I want you to talk to locals. Really learn some history. Then I want your opinion on it, not less than 5 pages. I don't care if you swear or just ramble, I just want you to be honest in the paper."

JJ swore under his breath. "5 pages!?"

"That's... not a lot." I turned to JJ, who still kept his fake warshocked expression. "I guess that's where I come in?"

"You're just there to guide him, Mr. Genrette. Make sure he finishes it and follows the rules. Anything he submits, 90% should at least come from him." Mr. Sunn explained. "Are we clear?"

JJ laid his palms on the table. "Can we renegotiate on that 5 pages cause—"

"All clear, Sir. Thanks for giving JJ this opportunity." I interrupted before Mr. Sunn lost his patience. He's nice, but I already saw him scold Topper in front of the whole class for using AI on his presentation. It wasn't something we were allowed to joke about, and that said a lot. I tugged on JJ by his finger and motioned him out of the room.

"Charlie-bear!" JJ's rich voice echoed out the empty hallway. The light spilled on the polished linoleum floor. "I was totally gonna get us down to two pages—"

"No, I stopped you in time." I breathed. His pure energy made me tired, like he was sucking up mine with every joke he cracks. I craned my neck to look up, his sharp jawline catching the fiery burn of dusk. "He was about to take away that olive branch. Did you see the way his eyebrows knit the more you spoke?"

"Hm," JJ's amused dropped to me. It set off a trail of explosions inside me that I didn't know was waiting for a match, the sparks burning me so hard that my eyes went to his lips. Those full, cupid lips that probably saved princesses once upon a time. Jesus, I'm a mess around him. And I've only known him for a few days.

JJ leaned in closer. His body was a furnace that completely engulfed me in a blazs that became out of control the more that I spent my time with him. He makes me feel like I'm in a dream, hazy yet somewhat reachable. "Why do I feel like you want more pages so you'd spend more time with me?" He whispered to the shell of my ear.

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

જ⁀➴ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

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“Imma go with Charlie-boy here.” JJ was already on the halfway landing, glimmering like an angel as the sunlight broke through the rose and gold-stained glass behind him. “How many boxes ya’ got?

“About seven, I think?” I followed him, running my hand on the scratched dark oak banister, knowing it’s no longer here when I return someday. I was initially against the renovation. I liked the haunted house thing we got going, not the modern minimalist the contractor proposed at first. I made granddad swear that they’d keep the same style, just newer. “Won’t you need some kind of trolley? I have a lot of books so they’re heavy.”

JJ threw his head back in a laugh. “Darlin, see these?” He flexed the enormous bulge of his biceps. I swallowed and tried hard not to stare. “I brought the big guns. Ain’t need no trolleys.”

Through long halls lit by dying scones on the wall, we reached my bedroom. It shared the same black wood trim with the rest of the house, only a lone bay window letting in the light. It felt strange seeing my room like this: My white bookshelves empty, the bed stripped down to only the Victorian frame, my rosewood desk missing the journals and homework. My entire life is in large transport boxes against the wall. “Hope you don’t break your back, then.” I said.

“Darlin’ I’ve been carry wood and drive larger boats since I was ten. I’d be more worried about your own.” JJ gestured to my own set of stick arms. “You’re like, small. Compared to me.”

I simply shrugged, sitting on the bay window looking out to the dying backyard. A small mausoleum made of crumbling stone and moss stood behind some bushes, iron gates guarding the entrance. “I like it. I don’t really find it necessary to bulk up or anything. Unlike my friends.”

“That’s good.” JJ drawled, lengthening his O’s. “You’re interesting on ya’ own, Charlie.”

I laughed slightly. “Why?”

JJ shrugged, his crusted lips pursing in thought. He paces across the grey planked flooring. “I’m not sure either. You just got this vibe that makes me say ‘Damn, who’s that guy?”

 “That’s the first time I heard someone say that about me.” I bit my lip slightly, pretending his words didn’t start wildfire in my stomach. I carefully chose the words that came from my mouth next. “Maybe if we got some stuff in common, then we could be… friends.”

“Yeah, friends.” JJ nodded. He didn’t sound convinced at all.  “Do ya’ surf?”

“Never learned.” I said.

JJ crashed beside me, his weight making a hollow sound on the wood. The inferno in his gaze returned, one knee propped up where his hand rested. He wore three silver rings, all with intricate designs of ridges and swirls but clearly dusted. “Boating? Weed? Treasure hunting?” He tilted his head.

“No to all three. Especially the second one. My granddad would kill me.” I pulled my knees closer to give him more space, but JJ just pressed the tip of his swamp green fisherman sandals against my battered Vans. “You’d probably be friends with Rafe instead. Although they’re not big on treasure hunting cause it’s not real.”

“Hey, treasure hunting is real. My friends and I find cool shores all the time. Those are the real treasures.” JJ leaned against the wall, propping his arms behind his head. His red string flew out the window as his arms strained. “How long are ya’ and Rafe together?”

 “What?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“You and Rafe.” JJ smirked, but his eyes seemed to darken. “How long are you guys shaggin’ each other now. Seein’ the stars. In and out the holes.”

"Oh my god, no!” I sat up, mortified. “Rafe and I are just friends. Seriously.”

“Really?” JJ looked at me curiously. “That’s what everyone said when I asked about ya’”

 “Honest to god, JJ. I’ve never even kissed someone. Let alone do the… you know.” I waved my hands in the air. “Never been asked out or anything.”

“If I ask you out, would you say yes?” JJ said quickly. So suddenly it took a while to sink in. And when it did, my brain completely stopped working. Blood stopped flowing. And all I could comprehend was JJ’s face getting closer. His eyes were oceans pulling me under, golden hair wrecked by tides. I knew he was devastatingly handsome, but the devastation punched my heart harder right now.

JJ’s eyes cut to the window, and I felt the tension lift from my soul. “What’s that?” He pointed outside.

“That’s, um, the family crypt.” I said, still breathless. “Where my parents are.”

 JJ looked at me again with momentary sadness. It’s been so long that I’m used to the rivers of sorrow and sorry looks I get. But somehow, from JJ, it still made my world stop for a second. As if he had the same pains too. “I wanna see it.” He suddenly decided.

“Um-“ I opened my mouth to protest.

“I wanna pay respects to the peeps who made you, Charlie-boy.” Without warning, JJ was pulling me by the wrist. Past Pope lifting the kitchen boxes out the door and my Granddad talking to the contractor who finally arrived. His grip wasn’t tight, but there was a glimmer of danger with the grin he threw back. The kind that made disasters and turned them holy.

We stumbled through the grass and stacks of wood until we stood before the mausoleum. It didn’t look as desolate as the house; we paid more attention to its maintenance than our walls. “Do the honors,” JJ gestured towards the gate.

I simply shook my head to stifle a chuckle, unsure why he wanted to do this. The gate opened with a loud creak as we walked in. The ocean breeze howled through the cracks of the brick walls. A luscious vine with purple ornamental flowers grew in the corner. And in the middle are the two cement coffins and gold nameplates: Chandler Groff and Larissa Genrette.

“Hey mom, dad.” I began. When I was a kid, my granddad made me talk to their graves like they were still alive. It helped me cope and it’s a habit I saw no reason to break. “I have a friend here with me. He’s JJ Maybank. I don’t know why he wants to see you guys but,” I reached forward to touch the engraving of the letters. “At least I got to see you before the renovation. We’ll be gone for 6 months but I’ll visit once a week.”

“Uh,” JJ stepped forward. He ran his hand through his messy hair. “I’ll take care of your son while he’s in the mainland. M’kay?”

I chuckled. “I guess I’m in JJ Maybank’s arms now.”

We stood there not doing anything else aside from JJ humming a low tune. His arm brushed against mine, and it stopped the tears that threatened to fall. I couldn’t help but ball my fists as I looked at their years cut too short. Written in stone when I was only turning six.

All because of that damn curse.

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

જ⁀➴ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

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"The young lad with Ward Cameron's daughter. Are they still courting?" My grandfather's voice was aged yet rich against the strong winds, both wrinkly hands tightened on the wheel. Our rented SUV passed the bridge above the fire-tinted ocean reflecting the scorching sun.

I snorted. "Topper's hardly a lad. And yes, they're still together, Granddad." Although courting won't be the term I would use since they make out every chance they get. "Her name is Sarah. If we're gonna live with them, you need to learn their names." I add.

Granddad probably only asked because he knew about them. And just like me, he loves talking about other people's relationships. It was my 16th birthday when I invited all my friends to a small dinner at Goat Island. Topper brought Sarah, and Granddad chuckled a little when he saw their strings going opposite directions. It's a joke as old as time: people dating someone they're not meant for.

Of course, that was just to hide our own misery.

I just smiled at him. I noticed that his hair is getting grayer now, but his wisdom remained. Since the tragedy, he has been the one who raised me. I almost tell him about JJ and the girl, how they did the opposite by walking away from each other despite being destined for one another when we pull up to our destination.

I always thought Haywards was just a gas station with a mini supermarket and a whole array of fresh fish. I never saw the back where a murky white utility boat floated on the connecting estuary, pointed seagrass surrounding the thick sand dunes. I never knew that they did deliveries or boat rentals. But that's why my grandfather and I are approaching this tall kid, his dark skin glittering in the sun. "Wes Genrette?" He asked with a deep, rough voice.

My mouth hung open for a second before I closed it immediately, not wanting to repeat the same stare-down I had by the bonfire. I could clearly see his ribbon flying into the town behind us, but if it wasn't, then he's the kind of guy I wanted to be tied to. That voice was to die for— although I probably shouldn't say that in my mind. Death and love are already too interconnected in my life.

"I am. This is my grandson, Charleston Genrette. Will you be taking us to our island to transport our belongings?" My granddad held his hands in front of him, his black tuxedo out of place next to my hoodie and corduroy shorts.

"It's just Charlie." I automatically corrected. "Nobody calls me Charleston aside from my granddad."

The boy chuckled slightly. And as my poor heart couldn't handle more, the wind blew on his flowy tie-dye muscle tank, shaping his large biceps. "I'm Pope Heyward. And yes, I'll be driving—"

"With yours truly!" A familiar voice rang out from the boat. I caught Pope roll his eyes as JJ hopped down from the boat. His shirt is nowhere to be found, dressed down in the same navy-blue trunks he wore last night. Sweat coated his abdominal muscles and defined pectorals glimmering under the morning sun.

"Still gawking at me, Charlie?" JJ smirked with knowing eyes. I immediately averted my gaze, cheeks burning. He shook my grandfather's hand. "I'm JJ Maybank. Heyward's helper—"

"Unofficial." Pope interjected.

"I'll be carrying your boxes too." JJ ignored Pope with a grin.

Granddad took his hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Are you friends with Charlie?"

"More than that, Mr. Genrette." My eyes widened as JJ looked at me with pure mischief. "Shall we?" He led my Granddad towards the ramp going up the deck.

"Sorry about that," Pope sighs. "JJ can be a bit... too much. But he's not actually associated with what we do so don't give us a bad review." He held out his hand.

His grip was firm on mine, and the ideas of what I wanted those hands to do to me came like a sudden flood. "It's okay, I know him." I spoke. But I don't tell him that his friend introduced himself by pressing his body on mine last night after he fought with his girlfriend.

The engine wasn't as loud inside the small room where all the controls and supplies were, but Granddad took a seat outside to get some air. Pope sat across me while JJ steered the wheel. The sea jetted at the sides of the boat, eager to get away from our intrusion.

"I broke up with my girlfriend." JJ suddenly said through the silence.

"You already told me, JJ." Pope leans back, as if he's tired of hearing the same things.

"Not talkin’ to ya, Pope.” JJ glared at him before turning to me, strands of his crazed blond hair sticking to his forehead. "Her name was Kiara, not that it's relevant now."

"Oh, uh, good for you, JJ." I looked down on the broken planks beneath my feet, unsure what I should say. The vehicle took a familiar right turn that will soon land us on my home. "Why did you guys fight anyway?" Was all I came up with. If he was friendly, then least I could do was reciprocate.

"Same old, same old. You gotta abandon some stuff to be happy." JJ said smugly. The engine roars harder, blaring against my ears. Pope rose from his seat as JJ yelled, "If you dont like the road, sometimes you gotta switch lanes!"

"Okay, that's enough. At this rate, we're gonna crash." Pope bumped JJ out of the way. He gripped the steering wheel, his arms flexing, as he bought the boat to a steadier pace. "Sit down. Look outside or something."

"Gladly." JJ sat down beside me. His heat immediately swallowed me like last night, except his bare skin is pressed against my arm now. Dried saltwater on skin and gasoline spun my head as he moved closer. "How ya doin'? Are we there yet?"

"We're close. Probably just a few meters left." I said. His heavy breaths fanned my cheeks, adding fuel to my hammering heart. My breath completely stopped when JJ pressed against me, eyes locked in on mine while he brought his arms around me. I wanted to close my eyes and ask him what he was doing. But I only looked at him, stunned and unsure while the distance between our faces slowly disappeared.

"Got it." JJ smiled delinquently. He produced an old gray shirt and his red baseball cap from the space behind me. He was just reaching for something behind me. "You're as white as a seagull, pretty boy."

"I— I thought—" I bit my lip after realizing how insane I would've sounded. Why would JJ, someone I haven't even known for a week, try to kiss me?

"Holy f—f-fudge!" JJ stood up straight, eyes sparkling fireworks while he gazed out the window.

I shifted upwards as well, calming down my heart before turning around. I wasn't sure why he reacted that way, but then again, not everyone has an entire island to call home. The rickety dock slowly came to view, along with a staircase of wooden planks leading up to the three-story Victorian manor that stood tall against all the live oaks reaching for the sky. The outside has been struck by storm so much that the paint is almost gone by now, replaced by grime and moss.

"You live in there alone?" JJ pointed like an accusation, his smile unwavering.

"With my grandfather." I laughed slightly. He smiled down at me, and I realized only now that I had barely reached his chest. His hand finds my wrist tentatively, the roughness of his fingertips grazing my soft skin.

"Are you some kind of prince I don’t know about Charlie?" JJ reached behind his head.

I only laughed again. I wasn’t a prince. I’m that poor town folk that needs saving from that powerful witch.

And probably, this man.

[strangeboyonearth]

YALL IM BACK 😭

i didn't mean to disappear on yall for a month but college had me wrecked harder than obx s4 finale so i wasn't able to write.

but anyway i just released a brand new long fic series, Never Meant For You, about JJ Maybank and a male OC. I've been thinking about the concept now so i hope you guys will be interested in reading it<3

still expect some one shots in between. aside from the characters i already write for, im also gonna add The Vampire Diaries cause im watching it for the first time. Currently thinking about something with Matt Donovan or Alaric Saltzman 🤭

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓

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"Come here, Charlie!". "Promise we aren't gonna drown you!". Topper and Kelce waved me over, sending the crimson ribbons tied to their smallest fingers swiveling in the air. They stood knee-deep in the obsidian ocean, the moon drawing halos on the warping surface. Tonight was Kildare County’s graduation ball. But of course, they had to bring an afterparty to the midnight-swallowed beach.

I shook my head, burying my feet into the warm sand until I couldn't feel the breeze that pushed my long sleeves to wrap tight around my lanky arms. "I'm good here. I'll just watch over your stuff." I pretend to be busy with Kelce's burgundy dress shirt, pulling it away from the waves' foamy fingers desperately reaching for me.

"Leave him alone. Kid's got the immune system of a street orphan." Rafe interrupted from behind Topper and Kelce, his ripped physique outlined by the soft glow of his ribbon. Resembling a stoplight when cars dashed the road. "Just get us some more beer." He muttered.

"I'll be back." I slipped on my blue Crocs. There was a big campfire far from the shore where others sat around. Some of them were still in their evening attire, myself included, but most were already sporting little bikinis and printed swim trunks. Yet no matter what they wore, everyone on this beach had the same ribbons tied to them. Floating and twisting and stretching distances. It’s a good thing they weren’t concrete; they’d be a nightmare to walk through.

I spotted the red communal cooler in the far back. I was grabbing three amber bottles by the neck when a loud "FUCK YOU!" cut through the roaring waves. My hand remained on the lid as I and a few others watched a girl with curly hair walk out of an aged maintenance shed. She held her silver stilettos in her hands, her shiny blue dress slipping from her shoulders. Her ribbon connected her to someone inside the structure. "You had no right to say that!"

The waves slammed harder against the land, a man's voice from the shed barely audible. The next thing we knew, the girl threw her shoes back inside. "Don't you fucking follow me!" She pointed one last time before running up the stairs leading to the parking spaces, extending the floating ribbon until I could no longer see her.

Everyone around me dispelled back to their lives, but I kept looking into the darkness of the shed. I wondered who had made her so angry. I finally let go of the cover when a man emerged— his own red ribbon connected to where the girl disappeared. He wore a backward baseball cap and a white dress shirt. His navy-blue board shorts revealed muscular legs beneath.

He tilted his head towards the million shards of light scattered across the blackness. The ruby glow and moonlight drew lines on his sharp jaw, defined nose bridge, and his eyes that slowly fluttered open and shut. He was like a painting at a museum at that moment, he looked too perfect.

Until he reached for the ground and slammed it on the ground. I flinched as he yelled “Fuck!”, turning the sand into a cloud with a violent kick. He ran his hand through his bedraggled hair.

I've seen people angry before. I've seen Rafe lose it on Topper when he found out that he's been two-timing his sister. I've seen my grandfather throw the telephone into the mirror on the worst day of our lives. But I've never seen someone's anger radiate so hard it twists my stomach and makes me want to throw up.

I turned on my heels; the frosted beer bottles stung my chest. I tried not to smile about tomorrow’s gossip when a veined hand with the bound ribbon suddenly grabbed a bottle from me. "Hey—" I immediately clamped my mouth when I realize it was the same man I watched.

His baseball cap was back, pressed down on his crazed hair, sand still lining the crevices of the visor. He popped off the bottle and took one long drink, keeping his blazing blue eyes on me."Problem?" He asked before dramatically letting go of air from his throat in satisfaction.

I shook my head, looking down on the fine sands beneath. My cheeks burned. The same way his gaze branded into my head- his ocean blue eyes between judgement and curiosity. Especially with an eyebrow cocked up. "I'll just get another one." I clutched the remaining bottles closer.

"Hey," His rich voice stopped me in my tracks once again. The salty air felt heavier wrapped around my consciousness. "How come I'on know you?" I notice his words have a special curl on some letters, going harder in some that usually shouldn't be. He bends down a little to my level to face me.

"I—I'm not a senior." I struggled to speak through the intense scorch of his look. Like his irises could read into my mind. The bitter scent of alcohol wafted to my scent. "I was just dragged by my senior friends to your graduation ball. And this... afterparty. Because they don't go to places if I'm not with them. But I’m actually just a junior."

For a split second, his expression dropped. But he quickly returned the lopsided smirk across his face. "I'm JJ Maybank," He held out his hand, the ribbon rising in the air. "Almost graduating."

"Charlie Genrette." I took his hand. His size immediately engulfed my smaller grip. I smiled a little as his smirk grew wider. "Why almost?"

JJ shrugged, taking another swig from his bottle. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the bitter liquid down. "I'on really care, I'm here to have fun."

For someone who just got heels thrown at him and swore to the sky, JJ sounds calmer than he should be. I still deliberated how that girl could get angry on someone so casual and well, friendly.  "Well then, have fun JJ. I have to get these to my friends."

"Oh come onn," JJ stumbled forward, pulling me closer to his body with my shoulder. My brain failed to register his firm biceps against my own smallness. "Stay with me. My friends ain't here yet. They're getting more beer or something. How bout ya? Who are your friends? Anyone I know?"

I swallowed. "It's Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce Anderson. Rafe's really tall and—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know em. Got social studies with Topper. Phys Ed with Kelce." JJ interrupted, leaning his weight towards me. My breath hitched when his arm went down my waist and stayed there. His grip seared my skin, not because he was firm but because he was touching me. "Rafe, well, my best friend got a crush on his sister. But don't go around telling anyone.

"Sarah?" It shouldn't come as a surprise to me. Sarah was the definition of a goddess who came to life with her blond hair and gold kindness. She was Rafe’s sister even if he always ignores her, and the love of Topper’s life even if the red strings said otherwise.

"Shh," JJ whispered into my ear. "You didn't hear anything." He let go of me, and I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding in. My body relaxed, and a wave of regret washed over me. As if I wished he didn’t let me go. "Nothing came from me, Charlie."

As I was about to open my mouth, my name echoed from the beach in a drunken slur. "Where's our beer!" Topper's voice rang loud enough it probably scared fishes in the deep ocean corals.

I tried to take one last look at JJ, the campfire painting his face in gold and dark shadows. He was devastatingly handsome, the kind that made me take little breaths like the air was toxic, yet I wanted more just to survive. At the same time, there was brokenness with the way he looked at me. I know it’s because just broke up with the girl he was bound to, but the way the little glimmering specs in his look told me something I couldn’t read just yet. And his lips—

"Keep staring at me like that, and I might think you would rather be spending time with me, Charlie." JJ chuckled, pressing the neck of the bottle to his honed cheek.

My eyes widened. Shit, I have been staring at him. "Oh, sorry about that. I'll see you around, JJ. I hope you feel better." I finally took a step away from him, my feet getting heavier for every sunken dent I left on the sand.

"I've never felt better in my life, darling!" JJ howled, bringing out a small smile from me. I finally made my way back to my friends, all sitting on the shore in one straight line.

"Took you long enough. Got lost or something?" Rafe took a bottle from me. Kelce swiped the other one.

“Hey, where’s mine?” Topper’s eyebrows furrowed.

"Just got caught up in a line." I sat next to Rafe. Heat radiated from his larger body as rivulets descend his torso. "They ran out of beer." I explained with a lie. I just needed to run from JJ but I wasn’t sure why.

"Damn, thought you just forgot about me, Charlie-boy." Topper groaned before stealing Kelce’s bottle.

A soft laugh escaped me when they toppled over each other to grab the spilling beer. Rafe grumbled, lifting his hand to drink. His ribbon wafted away with the wind, far into the horizon where the full moon danced with the stars.

Ever since I was a little boy, I've seen red strings tied to everyone I've encountered in life. Long, winding ribbons creating a tapestry in crowds like these— all meant to lead them to the person they’re promised forever with. But when I looked down on my hands searching for the same thing, there's nothing there but my bony fingers.

This isn’t some kind of superpower or blessing. This is a curse. This is the same reason I could never fall in love with someone.

[strangeboyonearth]

𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜

──•⋅⊰༻ JJ Maybank x Male OC (Charlie Genrette)

Charlie Genrette is the heir to two things: His grandfather's islands and a curse that allows him to see invisible red strings connecting someone to their one true love. The same curse guaranteed to kill the person he falls in love with if they're tethered to someone else.

When he meets JJ Maybank, Charlie thinks he's just another reckless boy looking for company. After all, he's literally bound to return to his ex-girlfriend. But as their undeniable connection complicates their sleepless nights and own demons, Charlie and JJ find themselves reaching for something that will put both their lives at risk.

Charlie knows the price to pay in a war between what’s written in stone and the impossible possibilities he tries to hold onto. And the only way to win seems to be to confront the darkest parts of his relationship with JJ and his family history— before it’s all too late.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: The events of OBX 4 are not canon in this fic. JJ emains to be Luke Maybank's child. I only decided for my OC to be a Genrette because I wanted to tie him into the existing stories, and that family name already had a curse thing going on in Season 4.

Please enjoy this fic, I poured my heart onto it:D

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, xi, xii, xiii, xiv, xv, xvi, xvii, xviii, xix, xx, xxi, xxii, xxiii, xxiv, xxv, xxvi, xxvii, xxviii, xxix, xxx

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Death, Suicide, Self Harm, Sexual Content, Alcohol and Substances

[strangeboyonearth]

LOVE LOVE LOVE the pfp!!! in this house we stan tyriqqqq

absolutely like this man revived my need to write fanfiction esp for the gays

[strangeboyonearth]

HURTS SO GOOD

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ tyriq withers x male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ angst, fluff

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ the star quarterback tyriq, who you happen to have a crush on, pulls you aside at the party one day before graduation.

Author: May I just mention that this is based off an LITERAL DREAM i had last night, i know i miss my high school but why was yo boy Tyriq randomly there 😭

"hey," surprise flushes your body like cold water as the familiar deep voice vibrates behind you. his tall shadow swallowed your frozen frame, still clutching the clear laddle for the raspberry punch dancing with the spotlight. "you might not know me, but i'm tyriq."

you pull back the laugh that attempted to escape your mouth. was he kidding? you'd have to live on the earth's core to not hear about the star quarterback who brought home the state championship gold to your school since he was a freshman. the one flocked by scholarship scouts on college tour day. "uh, yeah, i know you." you mumble, keeping your eyes fixed on the glistening surface of the glass bowl. "d-do you need a drink? i'm just about done here."

"actually, i wanted to talk to you." tyriq follows with a casual chuckle. as if his request didn't still your world for one long second. "do you think you could follow me out the hall?

before you could even respond, his broad shoulders pushed past the crowds of students and out the double doors. your brain failed to connect through the fuzz while your heart gained control of your legs, walking until you were out of the room. the darkness swallowed the hall, sudden silence so stark it knocked you off the slightest. a part of you didn't believe that tyriq acknowledged your existence.

the man standing before you extinguished the fire of doubt. the denim jacket and jeans outlined his large muscles, pulled together by a dress shirt and tie. you crook your neck to be able to see his wide smile, part of his face illuminated by the strobe lights inside. "hey," his voice rattled your core. "how are you doing?"

"fine," was all you managed through tyriq's intoxicating presence. he was a mad scientist, his cold metal scent mixed with the sea breeze bringing life to your veins you didn't even know was dead. you feared that if you breathed him in too much, you might end up revealing more than you should. "what is it that you wanted to tell me?

"straight to the point, hm?" tyriq adjusted the knot of his tie, straining the veins of his hands. he took one step forward, and your back hit the locker behind you. his glacier eyes burned as hot as hell, and comforted as clouds of heaven could. "i used to like you."

your jaw dropped. suddenly, your lungs forgot how to take air. your mouth forgot how to use words. "junior year. we didn't have any classes together, but you had the same lunch period as i did." tyriq pressed one hand on the locker behind you. "thought you were the most interesting thing. with your collared shirts and books. and i wouldn't be lying if i didn't follow you into the library once or twice. did you notice me?"

you shook your head slowly, arms slightly raised to your chest. "good to know i was discreet." tyriq smirked. "but you would probably remember the game against southport that year. you were one of the students that had to go there to cheer for us. kept looking at you then, you almost threw me off my game." he dropped his head and laughed to himself. "best win ever."

the memory came out of a jewel box in your mind. the logical explanation when tyriq ran the field or caught the ball with his head turned to your direction was because you were sitting with a hundred others from your school. but catching his eyes through his helmet still felt special, and for a time, you let yourself think it was you in your mind the way he stayed in your thoughts. "i remember," you breathe. "i-it was a good game."

"nobody's had that effect on me, boy. felt like i was holding in hurricanes whenever i passed you in the hall. you're the kind that hurts so good." tyriq closed in the distance between the both of you. he had to slightly bend his 6'5" height that didn't even reach 5 and a half. "at least, until 12th grade."

the revelation was a fruit sweet upon first bite, but bitter as it lingered on your tongue. "w-why?" you asked, trying to ignore the drop of your stomach.

tyriq shrugged. "just died down. cleared my head, somehow you weren't that magical anymore." he pulled himself straight again, leaving you to freeze in your own desecrated expectations. "anyway, just wanted to let you know so i'd graduate with no baggage. we all deserve a clean slate, don't we?"

"n-no," your words came out in a tremble, still reeling on how quickly a dream could turn into a nightmare. "you can't do that!"

"do what?" tyriq cocked his eyebrow, more curious than angered.

"tell me you like me just to tell me you got bored!" your hands flew up, unsure if you wanted to push on his stomach- the only part you could reach. or punch the wall. anything that could undo the pain. "don't you know how unfair that is? i liked you too! you should've told me! we could've- we could've done something!"

"oh," tyriq bites his lower lip. he looked just as unsure as you. "i didn't know this would upset you."

"of course it would, tyriq! christ, i liked you since i started high school. had i known, i probably wouldn't have pitied myself for being such a hopeless romantic for 4 years. wanting someone way out of my league." you grip your sleeves, tears falling to the polished floor. all the lonely nights and wasted wishes came back at once. "maybe i still believe in happy endings. but you managed to break me twice." before you could even unload more onto the man that still held your heart in his powerful hands, you turned on your heel.

"wait," tyriq called out your name. "don't leave. i'm sorry. come on, let's talk this out."

"goodbye tyriq. i hope you find the clean slate you want." you say without turning around. like everything he has done to you, you'll forever remember the way his eyes scorched your soul and his mere existence ran through your blood like an addiction. the worst part wasn't the moment coming to an end like a fairy tale. it was the fact that he won't remember your story the way you'll remember his.

[strangeboyonearth]

someone worth losing everything over

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ rafe cameron x male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ smut

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ after bailing him out, rafe thanks you by railing you in bed.

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ content warning: explicit sexual descriptions (MDNI), slight size kink (reader is smaller), rough and unprotected sex, anal and oral sex, breath play, ass eating, degradation, muscle worship, anal orgasm

"you're a smart kid, so you probably know your boyfriend won't be eligible for bail the next time we find him in possession." shoupe hands you the clear plastic bag with the metal silver rings and a rolex watch. "just because you went with someone to senior prom, it doesn't mean you have to be with them till the end." he adds.

you smile at the sheriff despite his stern look. knowing he didn’t intend any harm in his commment. "i know what i'm doing. i'm a smart kid, you said so yourself."

outside, rafe leans against the station's walls. the moonlight outlines his physique in a halo-like sheeth, veins popping as he turns his head in your direction. "can we get the fuck out of here?" he mumbles lowly under his breath.

you nod, handing him his belongings. rafe swipes the bag from you, starting with clasping his watch around his thick wrist. you find yourself swallowing when he slips his rings with deliberate slowness, crooking the bones of his large hand. "keep watching me like that and i might just fuck you instead of thanking you, pretty boy." his deep voice made your heart tremble inside.

craning up your head, you look at your boyfriend's stormy blue gaze. "i—i might like that even better."

the car ride was a whirlwind of grumbled and grabs. you weren't able to fully process the cameron mansion in the dark as rafe immediately consumed you. his lips moved with mastery, driven by hunger and lust. he carried you by the sides, and your legs wrapped around his tapered waist on instinct. your fingers found grounding through the soft tangles of his hair, whimpering as he steals the air from your lungs.

his bedroom door slams behind the both of you. rafe throws you to the bed to shred his clothes off. you immediately crawl forward to touch his defined muscles, kneading his large pectorals. rafe moans breathily, making you feel the tension in his chest. "you're so big rafey," you press kisses on his salt-coated skin. you drag your palms down his firm abs. "made to destroy me."

"fuck yeah, boy. you're such a slut, you aren't even scared by the fact that my biceps are as big as your head." rafe deliberately flexes his arms, and you immediately hold the rolling swells of muscles. you lean forward to suck and lick the hard muscles, setting fire to a trail going up to his neck.

rafe responds with a groan before grabbing you by the waist and flipping you on your knees. you yelp while he exposes your ass to the cold air, immediately contrasting with rafe's searing breath against your rim. "so delicious," he growls. rafe's thick tongue presses against your asshole, ripping a loud moan from your mouth. you grip the sheets tight, bringing a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans. rafe continued working behind you, scraping teeth on your butt cheeks. his tongue reached new places, licking every throbbing part of your rear. his bruising grip on your sides added to the pain-pleasure mixture.

rafe gives you a particularly vicious bite as he makes another lewd comment that you weren't able to hear. he presses his face further, and your knees fully folded into itself. the thrusts of his tongue borderlined on too much and not enough, but still made you undo yourself behind. rafe stops, retreating from your hole to wipe his mouth off your cum. "fuck, didnt know you could do that." he says. "we dont need lube now."

anticipation sears through your blood when you hear rafe's belt clink. you strip off the rest of your clothes before going back to kneeling and trembling. sweaty on his sheets that witnessed you in more compromising positions more than anything. "fuck you're easy," the head of rafe's broad cock immediately finds your gaping hole. "getting naked without even me asking you to."

the first push is never easy. you scream into the bed while rafe fully buried himself with one brutal thrust. he immediately starts a punishing pace, drawing all the way out before slamming his thick girth into your hole. "rafe! rafe!" you lost all sense of decency, making it known to the whole house that rafe was fucking your body like there was no tomorrow. his grip remained bruising on your body, some brutal thrusts fully lifting your limp body from the mattress before bringing you down crashing again. your legs scrambled before they stopped trying at all, focusing on clenching around rafe's cock.

"you're like a bitch in heat." rafe whispered against your ear, pressing his furnace-like torso against your small back. he wraps another arm around your neck and compresses you against him, choking out the air from your lungs. he was fully fucking you against the protesting mattress now, and he showed no sign of stopping. not when your eyes rolled back and your vision turned white around the edges. and certainly not when you swore in rafe's name that you don't care if you pass out as long as he kept fucking you.

your fingers dug on the biceps around your neck when you feel your stomach tighten on itself. three more pounds against your ass and you came front and back, spreading your cum on the bed. "fuck baby boy," rafe swore before filling you with his own heat. it feels even heavier in your stomach, like he came more than he usually does. he pressed a kiss on your shoulder before collapsing on top of you. "you take me in so well."

the silence felt strangely obscene after the skin-on-skin impact and constant dirty talk. it's all replaced by ragged breaths, and rafe's softening cock still inside you. "when i took your stuff, shoupe basically told me that i'm better off without you." you confess.

rafe mutters something about murder under his breath, but you immediately hold his hand to bring him back to you. his hand was so much larger than yours, fully engulfing it in warmth. "i really wanted to tell him that i didn't care. you're someone worth losing everything for, rafey."

rafe pulls out before grabbing you into his arms. he brings the blankets above your sweaty bodies, running his fingers through your hair. "so lucky to have you, boy." he mumbles against your head. "but don't go around telling people im sometimes soft for you."

you simply laugh before letting sleep take over, feeling safe and valued in rafe cameron's arms.

[strangeboyonearth]

500 days of loving you

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ rafe cameron x male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ fluff

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ you thought your boyfriend rafe cameron was breaking up with you, but it turns out he has something else planned for you— something you're not prepared for.

Author: guys THANK YOU SO MUCH for 500 followers. never thought this account would grow as much, and it really a lot to me that that amount of people appreciate the stories i write here. i hope your pillows are cold on both sides tonight<3

"rafe what the fuck." the air completely stopped rotating through your lungs. you stare down wide-eyed on the shining diamond rock that fractured the moonlight coming from the library windows, sitting on top of a rose-gold band that rafe presented with a black velvet box.

rafe slightly shifted while he knelt down on one knee on the carpeted floor. "i— fuck, shit. i forgot what i was supposed to say." his swears usually carried daggers to your chest, you hated hearing those words, but you were completely lost in the way the diamond split light into every color imaginable.

you bring your fingertips to your lips, reeling from the shock of it all. when topper told you to follow rafe into the library while you grooved in the dance floor, you prepared for the end of your fairytale. rafe became distant lately: growing silent when you asked him about his day, no longer initiating intimacy when he used to be addicted to your kisses. you knew deep down that he'll grow bored of you, you just didn't know it would be that soon.

you didn't expect this.

"i—i'm sorry, rafe." the apology leaves you before you could even realize it was for your inappropriate reaction. the man you thought you were gonna lose knelt down in front of you, and what you said was completely inappropriate.

"here me out." rafe's hurricane gaze meets yours. the blues in his eyes were deeper, with specs of silver from the moon. he completely misunderstood what you were apologizing for, but the shock still turned your nerves into stone. you didn't feel the need to clarify anything. "don't walk away. just hear me out before you give me an answer."

rafe didn't wait for your response before clearing his throat. "i want to start where it all began," his voice dripped with a certain rawness that blended sweetly with his usual bored tone. "not when we first met up here for peer tutor. i noticed you here before you even knew that i existed. i was looking for a reference book for lit cause i was flunking, and you sat there." he pointed, respectively. you couldn't remember sitting there, you've occupied the library for so much of high school you were pretty sure you sat everywhere. "when i pulled down the book and saw you sitting there, i told myself 'fuck, he's beautiful'".

"and ever since then, i've fallen in love with your boyish smile and skitterish energy and handing out chocolates at lunch like it was valentines day every goddamn day." rafe chuckled under his breath before locking eyes with you again, further burning the wildfire in your stomach. "for so long, i kept it to myself. and with my friends mostly. until peer tutoring brought us together."

the memory flooded with so much ease through your mind. you had no idea you were helping rafe cameron through business maths until he walked through the glass doors and dumped his red-marked papers in front of you. and through it all, he was more interested in asking you about your soap than graphing. and by the end of it, he basically ordered you to go out with him.

"so working through the numbers... we've been together for a year. and i've pined for you for 135 days. so that's 500 days of loving you." a genuine smile forms on his lips, pushing the heat up your spine. "i'm getting better at math now, right?"

you laugh shakily in response. the ring still stared back at you expectantly, the little shining prongs holding up the diamond like an offering. "what i wanna say is, pretty boy, i want you. i've always wanted you. and thank fuck you became mine cause i don't know what i would've done if you didn't want me back." tears began to glisten the edges of his eyes. "we're just making it official with this ring. marry me."

"rafe," his name leaves your lips breathless. you wipe away some salty rivulets off your cheeks. "it's too early. we haven't even graduated yet—"

"fuck that shit. we're graduating in a month. and we're both adults now." rafe shut the box with force and stood up. for a fleeting moment, you forgot how his height fully engulfed you especially when he closed the distance between you.

you craned your head up to face rafe while he held your face in his rough palms. "i can promise you a lot, love. you dont even have to go to princeton. my dad's company can do more than feed us three times a day." rafe continued. a protest pushes up your throat, but rafe is quick to respond. "but i know getting that degree means a lot to you. so it means a lot to me, too. it's just so far from kildare. i need some kind of..."

"reassurance?" the words felt foreign in your mouth when directed to rafe. it was usually you who needed that from him, not him. he just shrugs, not wanting to admit it to you either. "rafe, i went in here thinking you were going to break up with me. and the feeling alone was destroying me. so i think it's safe to say that i don't wanna lose you either. married or not." you smile at him.

"but it's more than being fucking reassured boy." the jagged surface of rafe's fingertips brushed your bottom lip. "we're overdue. i've never been more sure in my life about anything but you. i might wake up tomorrow wanting to cut all my hair or actually wanting to learn my dad's business. the only thing that will be consistent about tomorrow is my love for you."

without warning, rafe leaned forward to press his lips on yours. a collision of universes that never failed to steal your breath and hold it above your head. his rough movements were your addiction, master at buckling your legs and catching you all at once. your fingers found stanchion in his nape, pushing him further so his teeth scraped your gums. he tasted like victory and loss all at once.

"marry me." rafe pulled away, pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours. his fingers fumbled with your necktie. "my name fits so damn well with yours."

you let it ring in your mind, being called mr. cameron. it was sweeter than candy in your mouth. it didn't feel like surrender, but rather about completing the part of you that only rafe was able to fill. "alright," you bring your arms around his neck. standing on your toes to reach him. "i'll be your mr. cameron."

"you're fucking serious, right?" rafe fumbled with opening the box. you chuckled to yourself, rafe was never nervous but seeing that he was told you that this moment was just as important to him. he didn't waste anytime slipping the ring through your finger before capturing your lips again.

"how did you even know my measurement?" you asked when you broke the kiss. rafe held you up, hooking your legs to his waist. you lifted your hand to observe the new ornament, it looked like it was made for you- it was beautiful yet subtle. and maybe that's how rafe saw you. "this is fucking insane. we're getting married before we even got our first jobs."

rafe chuckled, taking your hand in his. "and i know you love me for being crazy like this."

[magicstarbits]

What the fuck- I did not expect that sickeningly sweet fluff (not that I'm complaining🫡).

Congrats on 500 Teo, and here's to 500 more🙂‍↕️🫶

[strangeboyonearth]

thank you so much !! 🫶

[strangeboyonearth]

vicious cycles

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ex bf! lucas bowden x male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ angst + lots of sexual tension (all characters are 18+)

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ it's been a month since you ended your relationship with lucas. but whenever you're in trouble, he's still the first person you call.

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?? the doors slammed open just as you hit send with your thumb. everyone jumped in their seats, glaring at lucas at the intrusion. only you had relief wash over your system as he approached with a smug smile. "ladies, gentlemen, sorry to interrupt. but i need your groupmate here for an emergency." his large hand squeezed your shoulder.

"what emergency? aren't you guys broken up?" the annoyance was clear in tatum's voice. you liked her as a friend, but she was a menace as a leader. you've been going through the same items for the sixth time when you shot lucas the text to save you from the torture.

"it's an emergency, tatum. a very personal one." lucas continued the lie as you used the distraction to dump all your pens and papers into your backpack. "and aren't ex lovers allowed to be friends?" bolts of electricity tazed your skin just as lucas ran his hands down your arm.

"bye, guys. let me know if anything changes." you quickly waved off the group while you and lucas ran for the door, catching a split second of chloe's knowing smile.

both your footsteps echoed in protest against the polished tiled hallways of the university. the wind blew hard, and lucas' hand was wrapped around your wrist. there was a strange adrenaline rush for doing something so futile, probably having more to do with the denim-wearing man pulling you in between buildings than actually escaping group projects.

lucas immediately crowds you against the brick-wall surface, his large body smelling like artificial strawberry. the remnants of his backdoor vices. "hey," he pushes the wall next to your head. "heard you needed me?"

"thanks, lucas." you thread your fingers through the velvety strands of his milk chocolate hair. tugging him close enough to feel his warm breath against your lips, but leaving an inch of distance for his imagination. "you're a lifesaver."

"always." lucas' intense gaze dropped down to your lips, mirroring the ocean on a cloudy day. "cause i know you could thank me in very, very interesting ways." his hand goes down to your waist, pressing his firm body against yours.

a gasp escapes your parted mouth. flashes of the nights you spent in his bed clutching the sheets burned your cheeks flush. all the kisses stolen under the moonlight, words uttered with reverence. "lucas," you breathe. "we can't go there again. we're broken up."

"i know," he grumbles lowly. lucas drops his head to the crook of your neck, scorching your skin with his fervent breath. "but i'm the first person you call when you need saving. and you always pick up when i need someone to take my drunk ass home." his voice pervaded the surface of your skin, breaking through in rays that warmed your core. "why do you act like you're still mine when you no longer are?"

your fingertips travel down to the flexed muscle of his back, finding grounding through the suffocating liberation of being pressed against lucas. "i don't know," you bite back the tears that warned a rainfall. "we broke up for a reason, lucas. but vicious cycles are harder to break, i guess."

"i wouldn't have broken up with you, pretty boy. you know that." lucas brushed his nose against your collarbone. "i told you that i was sorry numerous times. sorry for not paying attention. sorry for not putting you first." he met your eyes, glistened with a layer of sadness. "wasn't it enough?"

it was. god knows it was enough, and you wanted him to take you to heaven again once he apologized that night. but the damage to yourself was done. the marks were clear. "i just need more time, lucas. what you did was... isn't something i could just forget." the things he said in his podcast about your relationship were branded to your head. pointless. draining. not worth it.

"i told you, it was just for the content. for interest. if we really were pointless, then i would've broken up with you ages ago." lucas rest his forehead on yours, sweat dripping onto your skin. his hands held your face like he had no plans of letting go. "maybe the reason why we're in this cycle is because you know you still want me. you know we belong with each other."

lucas tilts your head upward. the warm sunset softened his usually powerful gaze, letting you count pieces of gold in his deep seas. he kissed you slowly, feeling out the bounderies, before slipping past your lips with far more hunger. fireworks shot inside your stomach as you resisted the urge to pull him closer. to once again be lucas' to love. for his to ruin.

but when you simply stood still through the war inside yourself, lucas pulled away with a sigh. he looked at you as if he was memorizing your face. "call me again when you need saving." he patted your shoulders. "cause i'll definitely call you tonight as well. i'll be at the tavern, the usual."

you watch him walk into the orange light with a stride that took a few hits to the ego. you wanted to call for his name. to walk out with him.

but you remained standing. in the middle of the vicious cycle you both created.

[strangeboyonearth]

oceans between us

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ jj maybank x male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ fluff + some sexual tension (all characters are 18+)

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ you've been admiring jj maybank from afar for most of high school. so it takes you by surprise when he suddenly talks to you on senior skip day.

"these are beautiful." the grins on sarah and john b's face felt irreplaceable. a warm, fuzzy feeling always filled you whenever your subjects stared at themselves at awe through your camera. the sun just happened to shine right on them: it was the couple who did most of the work. "i didn't realize we looked so perfect together" sarah added, making john b blush.

"you guys were voted best couple for the yearbook. pretty sure you should've realized it sooner." you nervously laugh as you slung the thick strap through your neck, the bulky dslr pressed against your stomach while the heavy lens pointed down. "i'll send these to you later tonight."

"you're very talented. you should make a career out of it. you'll be rich" john b beams. sarah clung to his larger arm.

"who's getting rich?" the voice you memorized quickly envelopes your entire being like it always does, bringing so much life through your veins it makes your stomach twist. but the playful drawl was closer than it should be. to your side, a tall hunk of a man stood with his surfboard tucked under his armpit. rivulets of saltwater descended down the prominent ridges of his abdomen. "yo, jj maybank." he extended his wet hand.

his deep blue eyes and cocky smile immediately binds your breath. so much so that you almost forget to tell him your name as you take his hand. "it's very nice to meet you." you follow, his hand was warm and rough against your softer palms.

"ya take pictures?" jj points towards your camera. he runs a hand through his immeshed blond hair that matched the beating sun, and it took all strength in you to not reach out and run your fingers through it too.

"i-i do." your heart drums like a marching band in your chest. jj's presence completely swallows all your senses, his sea-salt musk an intoxicating combination with the thick honey of his words. he was the perfect subject: with tree trunk thick arms and thighs, and an undeniable appeal to you. "it's kind of a hobby of mine. it's also for the school yearbook since we need to fill in some pages."

"yeah, noticed you took pictures of everyone but me." no accusation dropped from jj's tone, yet it still made your eyes widen. if only he knew about all the photos you took ever since you transferred into kildare county. "how come i've never seen ya around before?" he sticks his board into the warm sand, biceps bulging from the force exerted.

"o-oh, probably because i never really come to these things unless i have to be. and we never had any class together, kildare's bigger than you would think." you try to hide the disappointment in your voice. every year at the first day of classes, you hoped to see the same blond boy that caused wreckage and fights with his mere smirk. but until the very end, he was never there.

"sucks, cause you're the most interesting boy in our batch. aside from me, of course." jj's chuckle went deep into your core, adding fuel to the wildfire he unknowingly set through your body. he steps closer, his voice hushing like a collusion. "would've made my senior year far more interesting."

you swallow the pressure in your throat, feeling the bite in jj's words. his unrestrained gaze drops down to your lips before climbing up to your eyes again. his breath lingers on your lips- taking over the air you breathe. he's everywhere, but he hasn't even touched you yet. "gimme your camera," he steps back with a smug grin, holding out his hand.

"w-why?" you instinctively hug the device close to your body. it was your allowance for two years, and it wasn't even the waterproof kind.

"cause you're the greatest fucking thing in this beach. and you look perfect. so be the person on the photo for a change." he says, fanning the fire in your stomach. with no room for protest, you hand him your camera. "thank you my fair lad." he presses a kiss to your knuckles after taking it.

jj lifts the lens in front of you. he was clueless with what button to press, and so were you with how to stand. you let the breeze blow your loose dress shirt while your hands kept going front and back. "relax babe," jj calls, finally figuring out the shutter and pressing continuously. "look at me like you're in love with me. that's it, pretty boy. make love to your hot photographer."

the remarks was enough to make you laugh. "stop, i- i don't even say that." you kept your eyes on jj while he tilts and flips the device like he knew what he was doing. it wasn't too hard to pretend that you loved him when the way your hands trembles and voice shallows in his presence. the bulk of jj's body glistened with water and sweat. his swim trunks hung low on his v-line, outlining his thick bulge. you slightly gasp at the sight of it.

you weren't sure if the laugh that follows jj was because of your reaction, but when he's finally satisfied he returns the camera to you. "you look like some sort of greek god. i wouldn't know cause i skip lit, but it sounds appropriate." he's once again close, head dropped down to face you. you only went up his hard chest, a silver military dogtag hanging between his pecks.

"t-thank you, jj. i'll look at them tonight cause it's too hot here." you grin up to him.

"actually," jj reaches for the back of his beefy neck. "the pogues and i are gonna take this boat we found for a spin. wanna come?" his hand rests on your waist. "cause i really, really don't wanna let you out of my sight ever again."

you take in a huge breath. your consciousness seems to be floating on cloud nine as jj smiles above you, his hand never leaving your body. you breathe out a breathy approval, and within a minute, jj has his palm to the small of your back while he called for his group.

jj nuzzles his head into your hair while you all made your way down the dock. "we're gonna make a fine story, sweetheart. just you see."