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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 6 months

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Hcs for greasers with a GN!goth s/o who moved to town, and everyone, both greasers and socials are afraid of them, because everyone thinks they’re a “witch”

Ponyboy Curtis

-he was definitely afraid of you at first, and he 10/10 believed you could actually brew potions but also secretly thought you were cool and interesting

-he was SUPER intimidated by you

-but one day got enough courage to approach you when you were reading under a tree and found out that you were pretty chill and not yk a witch (he does ask tho, just it case)

-Y’all hit off and you showed him some of your music which he actually liked!

-eventually you guys started dating n stuff which was only surprising to those who didn’t know Pony that well

-you go on library/reading + music dates a lot

-Not a lot of Socs mess with him now that he’s always with his witch

-Fr no Socs mess with him he has such a scary dog privilege with you

-matching bandanas + belts

Johnny Cade

-he’s so in love with alt people honestly

-didn’t believe you were a witch and knew weirdos get a bad rap

-he wasn’t scared of you because he thought you were a witch, He was just scared to actually go up and talk to you

-he kind of always admired you from afar cuz yall had a similar vibe and you went to the lot a lot (hehe)

-One day after a long pep talk in the mirror he got the courage to go up and talk to you

-you guys really got along and started dating!

-when you first chatted he admired one of your best rings and you just gave it to him

-(he hasn’t taken it off since istg)

-you did his eyeliner one time and it looked SOOOO GOOD

-10/10 he does matching rings n belts and sometimes small makeup with you

-you guys are v cute together and honestly make so much sense, you’re also his scary dog privledge

Sodapop Curtis

-he saw you and was like ohhhh that’s why they call them a witch

-honestly surprised he liked you bc you aren’t usually his type but opposites attract yk

-he finds your style exotic and so different from his own it opens up his world

-you meet buying snacks at his gas station and he does his usual charming boy personality, suprised when you don’t respond to his flirtation and roll your eyes

-after lots of him flirting and you rejecting (more playfully over time) he finally manages to get you on a date with him

-you guys actually hit it off rlly well

-you guys are like golden retriever x black cat and compliment eachother soooo well

-tbh people saw it coming because yk opposites attract

-he tries to copy ur makeup one time and it did NOT end well 😭💅

-yall turn heads fr

Darry Curtis

-he didn’t necessarily wary of you because of the rumors, he’s just a traditionalist and not rlly used to seeing different people

-so when you come into town you rock his world

-one day your walking along just minding your own business when he grabs your arm and is like “wait” as if he isn’t stopping you from literally moving

-“so uh, what with the, uh, getup?”

“Idk man I just like to dress this way….”

-you guys start talking and actually become good friends

-after a few months he asks you out

-you guys are a pretty stable couple, and ponyboy definitely thinks of you as his rlly cool older sister

-I think yall are the most surprising

-he’s the most likely to change his wardrobe to match yours, def goes all out. Like not tooo far but he changes all his outfits to be vaguely goth

Dallas Winston

-was he a little (a lot) scared of you because of the rumors? Hell yes. Was he going to show that? Hell no.

-probs approached you on a dare or some shit 💀

-made a rude remark or joke so you slapped him and he was kinda surprised such a quiet thing could leave his face that red

-he was kinda in love with that ngl and loved your spunk

-he bothered you everyday after that

-back and fourth after much banter (enemies to lovers energy)

-he managed to actually get you to go on a date with him

-POWER COUPLE FR

-people are SO scared when they see yall walking down the streets yall are sooo intimidating together fr

-matching belts and rings

Two Bit Matthews

-you guys probs met in the back of the classroom

-he made some joke like “Damn, how’d you get out of your coffin this mornin’?!

-to which you responded with an eye roll and a chuckle

-you guys actually end up cracking jokes the whole period and laughing a little too loud

-he finally asks you out and you say yes

-you guys go out and make fun of Socs together and have a grand time

-you guys kind of started dating a bit immaturely, but you actually get to something that’s a lot more mature and have really deep conversations, you kind of ground him, and he kind of bring the humor out of you a bit

-he def takes advantage of the fact people are scared of you and you both jumpscare people and just have so much fun

-best Halloween couple fs

-overall pretty solid

-matching shirts

Steve Randle

-he probably heard the rumors and thought they were stupid and he was the least phased by your look

-I mean don’t get me wrong he liked it but he wasn’t gonna tell you that right away

-you don’t like eachother at first but after you start talking you start to appreciate eachother

-he asks you out and you say yes

-you guys are sooo cute n iconic

-you sometimes play music out loud when he fixes cars and just vibe together

-the EGO boost he gets from your compliments on his style

-he wears matching rings and shirts with you

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obsolescent · 1 year

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The Necessity of Saints - Part Two

Part One

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x SingleMom!Reader

Author's Notes: Um. I went in LMFAO. I literally had to cut myself off from writing anymore for this. I hope you enjoy!

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, P in V sex, multiple orgasms, protected sex, fingering, squirting, nipple play, cumming from nipple play, Simon is a gentle lover and always aiming to please, reader is touched-starved.

Word Count: 3,241

You let Simon know your availability, agreeing on a time–a date–something you haven’t been on in years. You’re filled with excitement, giddy at the prospect of dressing up and going out with someone, thinking of what all you two could do. Dinner, of course, maybe a movie? Oh! Maybe that carnival that’s in town for the week. You laugh to yourself, so many possibilities. So much anticipation bubbling, it has spilled over into your interactions with everyone around you.

“You’re chipper than usual, have anything going on?” A coworker asks. “Mama, you’re literally glowing, it’s so cute,” Your daughter says with a giggle, delighted to see you with a pep in your step this whole week. Friday night arrives, your excitement now mingling with nervousness. ‘Need something to wear, should I dress casually or should I be bold? Something slutty? Ugh, I don’t think I even have those types of clothes anymore.’ You don’t, you really don’t have much except for comfortable clothing now, some flowy dresses and skirts, and flats and sandals.

You pick out your fanciest dress. A long sleeved, empire cut, burnt orange dress with a sweetheart neckline. The length reaches mid calf, and you pair it with some comfortable, strappy flats. You fix your hair and makeup, looking sophisticated yet casual. ‘Probably the best for a first date.’ You and Simon spoke some more in regards to plans for that night, settling on a restaurant downtown to begin with. You agreed to meet there, not wanting him to know where you live just yet.

Your hands are sweaty as hell. You continue to wipe them off, pacing the living room while the time gets closer for you to leave. “O-M-G mama, relax! It’ll be fine. Just take some deep breaths and sit down,” Rhea says, having watched your anxious movements for the past ten minutes. “Ugh, I just…Don’t know what to do with myself,” You say, finding your way to sit next to her. She pats your shoulder, “Are you worried he won’t like the way you look? You look great, mama, I think he would think you’re pretty even if you showed up in a trash bag.” You guffaw, grinning at your daughter. She is a light in your life that you’re so glad to have, thankful for her reassuring words.

The clock reads 6:45 PM, fifteen minutes before your arranged time. “Reckon I better get going,” You let out a shaky breath, standing up and grabbing your purse. “Have a good time and have fun, love ya and be careful!” Rhea shouts from the couch as you’re opening the front door, “Love you, too!” You shout back, closing and locking the door. You get inside your car, backing out of the driveway and heading to the restaurant.

You arrive with five minutes to spare, giving yourself a pep talk. “If he doesn't like you, he can stick it! Go off on your own and treat yourself,” You say out loud, looking at your reflection in the visor’s mirror, making last minute adjustments to your look. You cut the engine and step out, locking the doors. Walking towards the entrance, you notice Simon standing off to the side, a bouquet in his hands, the other in his pocket. You’re internally screaming, face turning red at just seeing him with the flowers, in a black button up with matching slacks.

He notices you approaching, giving you a smile, “Hello, love. Glad I didn’t scare you off,” He greets you, handing the bouquet over. A bushel of ranunculus, all varieties of color. “Thank you so much, these are beautiful,” You inhale their scent. “Could say the same about you, you look wonderful,” He says, his gaze following the contours of your body. You give a meek ‘thank you’ blush reaching the tips of your ears. “Shall we?” He asks, extending his arm for you to take. You nod, grabbing onto it, feeling him flex his muscles. ‘Good Lord he’s ripped.’ You both head inside, where the host seats you at a table in the corner, Simon taking the seat that faces out into the restaurant.

Light conversation begins, learning about one another. You find out that Simon is retired from the British military, which prompts you to ask why he’s here, of all places. “I like the liquor,” He says, causing you to laugh. Conversation carries on into dinner, your nerves far away from your thoughts, the wine Simon ordered helping to ease them. You’re honestly happy to have Simon’s company. He insists on paying for your meal, you opposing the whole time. ‘Let him treat you, he seems to really like doing it,’ The thought swimming through your mind. You bite your tongue, smiling and giving your thanks.

After the bill is paid, he escorts you out, once more offering his arm to you, which you gladly hang on to this time. You walk out into the crisp night air, feeling light and full of happiness. “Anything else you’re up for?” He asks, glancing down at you. You mention what you had been thinking about earlier, about the visiting carnival or a movie. He chuckles at your suggestions, “A movie sounds nice, yeah?” You nod, him leading you to his car. A sleek, black, Chevrolet Silverado is what he brings you to. Looking at it in astonishment, big and hefty. ‘Just like him.’

He helps you practically climb into the passenger side, settling in and buckling your seatbelt. He joins you on the other side, turning the ignition on and pausing, seeming almost nervous about what he’s going to say next. “If you’re comfortable with it, would you be opposed to watching a movie at my flat?” He asks, shifting in his seat, using your wording from your first proposition. “No, no at all opposed,” You respond, replying with his past sentence. He looks over with a grin, “Alright, love,” Is said before he pulls out of the parking spot, in the direction of his apartment.

He gives his thanks, sitting down beside you. He picks up the remote and turns on his television, scrolling through the selections. You had mentioned liking the horror genre earlier, him also in agreement. He seemed to be checking out the movies in that category, noticing one you had been meaning to watch, but hadn’t gotten around to it. You express your interest in that film, before he selects it.

The movie begins, you settling against the cushions to immerse. Simon shifts a bit closer to you, before putting his arm on the back of the couch, the warmth radiating from him. You give a slight shiver, haven’t been this close to someone other than your daughter in a long time. He notices, grabbing a throw blanket near the end of the couch before draping it across your form. You turn red, not having the guts to tell him the real reason why you shivered.

As the movie progresses, you steal glances at his profile. Blond hair effortlessly tousled, stubble adding a rugged look to him, his pronounced nose slightly crooked, likely due to it being broken before. He’s quite the looker, with a great personality to match. He looks over at you, catching you staring. Your gazes lock, looking deeply into his honeyed eyes. He smiles, before clearing his throat. “Would you like some bourbon?” You weren’t expecting that, but agree, him rising from his seat and making his way to a liquor cabinet, pouring you both a glass.

He hands you yours, taking a cautious sip. It goes down smoothly, warming your throat. You hum, thanking him, while he settles back into place. Immersing yourself once more, you don’t realize how much you’ve drank until the glass is empty. You set it down on the coffee table, the warmth now spreading throughout your body. He sets his down besides yours, having finished his own. His arm brushes your own as he sits back. You contemplate on asking him to cuddle, worrying your bottom lip. ‘It’s just cuddling,’ you think, inhaling through your nose, taking a deep breath. “Could we, uh, cuddle?” You ask, grimacing at how unsure it sounds. He raises an eyebrow, “Is that what you really want, love?” Your body buzzes at the pet name, but you squish it down, nodding your head. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

Your body ignites at the sensation, nerve endings buzzing at his grip. ‘Bless your heart’ you say to yourself. It never occurred to you that you would be touch starved after all this time, but it’s made itself known. His cologne, the fabric of his shirt rubbing against you, his breath fanning out over your hair, small touches that feel so immense. You then notice the brush of his thumb, slightly rubbing at your waist. Heat surges downwards, like you’ve been set on fire.

You don’t realize you’ve made a noise until you feel Simon tense up against you. “Everything alright? Do you want me to stop touching you?” He asks, beginning to pull away. “No!” You squeak out, face aflame. “It just…Feels really good? Ugh, sorry, you’re not even…I haven’t been touched in a long, long time. I didn’t know it would affect me like this,” You try to laugh it off, beginning to fidget under his gaze. He nods in understanding. “I’ve been like that as well, nothin’ to be bashful about,'' He says, shifting to face you, his firm grip steadfast.

“Y-yeah, I’m just more…Sensitive? Than I thought, I hope it isn’t bothering you,” You respond. His hand slides up to cup your jaw, large hands engulfing the side of your face. Your breath catches in your throat, frozen in place. “Not botherin’ me at all, love,” he mutters, studying your face. This close to him, you notice more details. Faint scars scattered across his face, likely due to his field of work. Feeling emboldened, you bring a hand to his face, tracing one that reaches from under one of his eyes to the top of his upper lip. He tenses again, watching your movements.

Reaching his lips, you let your thumb graze across them, a huff of breath leaving Simon’s mouth, warming your finger. “Somethin’ you want, is there?” He whispers, pulling you closer. Liquid courage coursing through you, you ask, “Never got to properly thank you for your help at the store. Could I…?” You trail off, hoping he picks up what you’re putting down. He does, but that open ended question isn’t the exact wording he’s looking for. “Could you what, love? You can ask for it, can’t you?”

Needing words of consent, you take a deep breath. “May I kiss you?” He smirks. “There you are.” He allows you to close the distance. At first, you give a peck to his cheek, before pressing your lips against his. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, clutching at his shirt. Simon threads his fingers through your hair, sighing against you.

Oh God. You want him so badly, a profound yearning within your gut blooms throughout your body. Feeling desperate, your hands comb through his locks, a firm grip on them. He grunts, before tugging on yours, causing a rather loud moan to slip from your mouth. “P-Please, Simon. I want you,” You plead, breaking away to kiss along his jaw. He hums, “Good girl, using your words,” He pets your hair, his hand trailing from your hair down your back, fingertips light across your spine, sending a shiver through you.

His hand finds its destination, firmly grabbing your ass. You gasp out, arching against him. “Touch starved, are we?” He asks, chuckling. You whimper, grasping at his forearms, close to getting on your hands and knees to beg him to keep going, please please don’t stop. “Been needin’ someone to take care of you, yeah? Allow me, sweet girl.” You feel like igniting at his words, his sweet talk adding fuel to the ever growing heat inside your body.

His hands reach towards your upper back, locating the zipper on your dress. He hesitates, waiting for your approval which is given with a quick ‘yes yes yes’. Agonizingly slow, he pulls it down, before taking both hands and pulling at the sleeves to move the upper half away from your heated flesh.

Oh. You forgot you hadn’t worn a bra tonight, the dress having built in cups, you didn’t see the reason to, until now. Feeling bare under his burning gaze, you hunch over. “None of that now, love. S’just me,” He says, moving your arms away from your chest. Sitting upright again, you jut your chest out some, closing your eyes against his wandering stare, taking you in. “Gorgeous,” He whispers, fingers running along the slope of your left breast.

Gasping, you stick your chest out more. You’re hoping he doesn’t need verbal approval, not trusting yourself to form cohesive thoughts at the moment. He continues, your reactions enough. His light touches are bordering on driving you feral, needing more. You squeeze his forearms, hoping he receives the message. He seems to understand, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand pinching the other.

You cry out, sensation like lightning electrifying you. Your eyes roll back into your head, chanting, “Please please don’t stop, feel s’good, God, please keep going!” He obliges, sucking harder on your hardened nub while tugging on the other. You begin trembling. “W-wait, Simon, I think I’m–” A loud moan rushes out of you along with wetness, soaking your panties from suddenly squirting. A tug of your nipple between his teeth sent you careening over the edge into glory. Your orgasm spreads throughout your body, holding onto him for dear life.

Simon groans, pulling away. “Fucking hell. Cumming from me barely touching you.” He’s looking at you in wonder. He lays you back against the leather, pulling your dress off all the way. Left in just your soiled underwear, he soon pulls those down as well, moaning as he sees the mess you made. “Gonna be the death of me,” He mutters, pocketing the ruined panties. He quickly unbuttons his shirt, exposing his chest in all its grandeur. You bite your lip at the literal marble statue hovering over you, running your hands down his pecs and abs.

You reach his slacks, tugging at his belt. He unbuckles said item, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. Now able to see his rather hefty cock straining against his underwear. You let out another whimper, legs automatically spreading open. “Goin’ to give you all you need, sweet girl. Being so good for me,” He says, running his hands up and down your legs, giving a reassuring squeeze to them. He kisses down your chest and stomach, touches soft and sweet. Reaching the apex of your thighs, his hands slot behind your knees, pushing your thighs against you, laid bare before him.

The passion in his eyes is so intense you have to look away, biting your lip. He tuts at you, “Want you to see this next part,” He says, directing your gaze back to him. He smiles, before suddenly a hot stripe of his tongue runs up, through your folds and to your clit. You toss your head back and yell, his chuckle vibrating against your pussy. Your legs are shaking even harder than before. Your words incoherent, you grasp at his hand, pulling him closer to your heat. ‘Good Lord, he’s a goddamn professional.’ Good to know your thoughts are still intact.

Your thoughts come to a standstill, Simon sliding a finger into your warmth. He swirls it around inside before adding another, crooking upwards while sucking on your clit. “Ah!” You’re thrown over that precipice again, legs clamping around his head. He pulls away, watching you shudder and convulse, wetness releasing from you once more. He grins, proud of his work. “Think you have one more in you, sweet girl,” He says, matter of factly, like he didn’t just remove your soul from your body twice in under ten minutes.

He pushes your thighs further up this time, knees almost bracketing each side of your head. ‘Good God, this man is going to ruin me.’ You’re thankful your thoughts have returned for the moment, knowing your brain will be scattered again soon. He reaches down, pulling a condom from his wallet, slipping it on. “Ready for me?” He asks, lining himself up with your quivering hole, clenching around nothing for the moment. You nod. “Yes, yes, yes please,” you beg, shame be damned, needing Simon inside you now.

He slides in effortlessly, going achingly slow. The stretch is a lot, not surprising, though. It definitely matches in accordance with the rest of his body. He fully seats himself inside you, letting you adjust. “Please, move. Fuck me, Simon, need it so bad,” You’re able to form a coherent sentence, it rushing out of you near the end when Simon pulls out and glides back in. “Fuck, so tight, love. Feel so good, baby,” He moans out, picking up speed. Skin slapping against skin fills the quiet space, movie long over with.

He’s hitting every single inch of you, rubbing just right. He leans over you, letting your legs drop. You take the opportunity to wrap them around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Simon brings you in for a searing kiss, rocking his hips into you, barely leaving you now. Your moans and panting are music to his ears, his own noises making you sing to the heavens. Reaching in between your bodies, he works your clit in unison with the grinding of his hips. “One more love, you can do it, there you go sweet girl, so good f’me,” He feels the rhythmic clenching around his cock and your squealing, reaching euphoria for the last time that night. He picks up the pace again, his thrusts soon stuttering as he reaches his own end, gasping and whimpering into your neck.

He keeps himself propped up on his elbows while you both calm from the frenzied activity. As your breath evens out, he pecks your cheek, grinning. “Most proper thanks I’ve received,” He says, laughing at your widening eyes. “You–!” You swat at his chest, beginning to laugh yourself. He slides out, disposing of the condom before picking you up, carrying you to his bedroom. He sets you down on his silken black sheets, before laying next to you. You toss your leg over his before snuggling into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, feeling warm. You mumble a ‘Good night’ before drifting off, Simon not far behind you. Allowing himself to fall asleep cradling you in his arms. Feeling content and happy for the first time in a long while.

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

hiiii part one hot off the presses. I’m officially starting a hate club for that guy from molecular biology if anyone wants to join. as always lmk what you think and if you want to be added to the tag list :)

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

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prologue

word count: 4.5k

warnings: language, angst, blink and you’ll miss it mention of drugs, naval inaccuracies (is this how shit works in the navy??? no idea but it does in this world lol) sweet and sad smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it folks)

The air was crisp as you strode across campus, a slight breeze ruffling your hair and sending a chill down your legs. It was a change in pace for you this time of year, back home you’d be sweating and praying for a respite but now? You missed it. You missed the heat that made the air feel heavy around you, missed the way the only thing that would cool you off was a dip in the lake and you missed the way Jake would tease you for your incessant complaining. You missed Jake… period. For eight years you were attached at the hip, never straying far and certainly never doing anything apart from each other. You’d been there to hold his hand in the hospital after he fell from his tree house and broke his arm, you’d been there to give him a pep talk when he struck out with Suzy Something in the seventh grade and felt too embarrassed to show up at school the next day, you’d been there to celebrate him when he got into flight school… and he’d been there to give you his sweater to tie around your waist when you got your first period during social studies, to hold your hand and laugh with you when you were goofy on painkillers after getting your appendix out sophomore year, and he’d been there to tell you that you were crazy but really cool when you decided you were going to be a surgeon at the ripe age of twelve.

College was everything you had hoped it would be, you felt intellectually stimulated for the first time in your life… your small town hadn’t offered you quite the education you needed and you’d made do but now you were learning from the best among the best and you were soaking up everything like a sponge. You’d made friends, had a really good roommate which you knew was a miracle with horror stories you’d heard when sharing lunch with some classmates and you felt like you could see your future in front of you. You were at one of the best colleges in the country, one that nurtured your passions and challenged you daily and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were currently laying down the foundation for the following twelve years of your education. This was all good, this was all more than good but something was missing. There was a Jake-sized hole in your heart and even though this was your idea it didn’t make it hurt any less, and knowing you had to tell him you were bailing on Thanksgiving was gnawing a hole in your stomach.

You brought your phone to your ear, not even checking the screen as you knew who it was… this was your designated phone time for the week and you sat on a nearby bench as you answered. “Hey, Jake.”

“Hey Jupiter, how are you?” he asked and you felt immediately settled hearing his voice on the other end, laughing softly as you heard the nickname he bestowed on you in elementary school after a science presentation you gave on the planet with sheer enthusiasm that just stuck. It might as well have been your real name now, your parents hadn’t called you anything else in ages and even your new peers used it after overhearing a phone call with you and Jake and you loved it… you loved that something Jake had given you all those years ago still stuck, even to people who didn’t know him or the backstory.

“I’m good, exhausted but good. How’s flight school?”

“It’s good… exhausting but good,” he said and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry. You hadn’t quite figured out how to talk to each other yet. It had been months since you left and you’d hoped not much would change but that was a pipe dream at best and you knew it. Everything would change, even though you promised to remain best friends. How do you go from being so hopelessly in love with someone to friends without everything changing? “Excited for Thanksgiving though,” he added and you felt guilt tug at your heart as you were reminded.

“About Thanksgiving…” you started and you heard him sigh.

“Please tell me you’re still coming,” he said and now you were certain you wanted to cry.

“I uh… There’s this big project I’m working on right now, it’s solo but requires the work of at least four people and I’m drowning with it on top of all of my other classes… I was going to stay on campus over break to get ahead of it so it’s not hectic when I get back,” you tried to explain but you knew he wouldn’t buy it. You could work on your project anywhere, and he also knew there was no way that you were drowning, you were better than that. You managed stress and heavy loads of studying like it was nothing.

“I get it, I just… I miss you,” he said and you sniffled as you wiped your cheeks. “Oh honey, please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you tried and you heard him chuckle.

“Yeah and the sky isn’t blue, sweetheart. It’s okay, really. I’ll see you for Christmas,” he said and you nodded. But you didn’t see him for Christmas… or for New Year’s and your phone calls grew infrequent. Once a week turned into every other week, which turned into once a month and as the completion of your first year of college came around you hadn’t spoken to him since Easter and hadn’t seen him since that day in the airport.

You felt awful, you really did, but you thought it was better this way… every time you heard his voice you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms and if you saw him now while it was still so fresh you didn’t trust yourself to uphold your end of the deal. And Jake knew this on some level, because he knew you better than anyone. He knew it wasn’t necessarily personal as much as it hurt, that you were just trying to protect yourself and in a way protect him too because he still wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you how much he loved you.

And so life went on… you still talked, maybe once every few months as you advanced through school and as he accelerated through his training program. You were doing exactly what you said you would, learning how to excel at your chosen paths but it didn’t feel quite as satisfying as you’d hoped it would. Near the end of your second year a call from Jake’s mom had you packing your bags, stealing clothes and shoes from your roommate despite her protests and sprinting to the airport in record time to fly across the country for his graduation. You thought it was silly at first, you’d told his mom you weren’t sure he wanted you there, that you hadn’t really talked in so long and didn’t know if it was your place right now and she’d all but called you stupid. Your place was beside Jake she’d said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and as you stood in the hotel room his parents had set up for you you’d made a mental note to call them more… you knew why you were keeping distance with Jake but there was no reason to keep distance with them, they were your family too and would do anything for you, even give up seeing their son at his graduation despite her insistence of ‘he knows how proud we are, and it’s not us he wants to see’.

Which is why you were now standing in a crowd among other Naval friends and family in a beautiful dress and heels you’d stolen from Mary, overlooking a group of new pilots all standing at attention as someone spoke into the microphone but in all honesty you weren’t listening, couldn’t be bothered with anything other than finding him there in the second row looking so handsome in his uniform. You were sure he couldn’t see you from where you were standing off to the side, and as people began heading up to tap out their loved ones you leaned over to an older woman beside you.

“Is there a system for how this goes?” you asked and she looked at you with a fond smile.

“Not formally, but usually it goes row by row,” she answered. “Who are you here for?” She smiled again when you pointed out Jake and made a show of her disappointment when you confirmed he wasn’t your brother, “that’s my son over there, if you’d said brother I was going to set you two up… he is a lucky guy,” she said, looking you over and you chuckled.

“Oh, your son is very handsome, I’m sure he’s doing just fine,” you replied and she nudged you when they began on the second row and you took a deep breath… it was now or never and you certainly couldn’t leave him up there the last to be tapped out wondering where the hell his family was. As you walked towards him you wondered if he’d noticed you or not, if he did he wasn’t showing it… not until you made eye contact when you got close enough and despite not wavering from his position you saw it in his eyes and broke out in a dead sprint towards him, tapping frantically on his shoulder so you could throw yourself at him and he caught you with ease, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around him. You sighed breathing in that scent that was so Jake as he spun you in circles.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling back slightly but not allowing you to put your feet on the ground just yet… he’d gone almost two years without holding you and he wasn’t ready to let go.

“Your mom,” you answered, unwrapping your legs and sliding down his front, but you kept your arms securely wrapped around his neck. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here,” you said softly and he looked at you incredulously.

“Why wouldn’t it be okay? This is all I could have asked for,” he said and you flushed as you hid your head in his chest.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Jupiter.” The crowd had thinned out now, families all making their way out to continue on with their graduation celebrations for the day and you turned when you felt a hand on your shoulder, coming face-to-face with the mom you’d chatted with earlier telling the two of you to squish together so she could take a photo.

“Here,” she fished a pen and paper from her purse to hand to you while she allowed you to look through the candid photos she’d taken of your reunion and you grew misty as you flicked through them, and you eagerly wrote down your phone number and email for her to send them to you.

“Thank you so much… I didn’t even think about photos,” you said, giving her a big hug and congratulating her son before they left and you looked up to Jake with bright eyes.

“Leave it to you to make friends anywhere,” he said and you just smiled.

“Thank god for her honestly, if I didn’t have a singular photo to send to your parents I’m sure they’d cancel my flight home and tell me to figure it out,” you laughed.

“When do you go home?” he asked tentatively and it felt weird to you, the two of you referring to Stanford as home. You supposed it was now… you barely returned to Texas anymore, spending a few weeks over the summer before heading back to campus to take summer classes… you didn’t need to, not in the slightest but if they were offered you were going to take them, you were on track to graduate early and you’d take what you could get with how many more years of schooling you had ahead of you.

“Day after tomorrow,” you replied and you thought his face was going to crack wide open with the grin that spread across his features.

“I get you for two whole days?” he asked and you nodded, laughing as he hoisted you up and spun you around again. You took him by the hand and led him out to the parking lot and to your rental car and he whistled when he saw it, “god my parents love you,” he joked.

“This was actually my parents, mom pitched a fit about the idea of me taking cabs with strange people in a strange city,” you laughed as you got in and you twisted in your seat to look at him beside you, just taking him in and reveling in the fact that you were here with him, in the same time zone, in the same zip code. You wanted to reach across the console, grab him by the collar of that uniform and press your lips to his but that wasn’t allowed anymore and you needed to push past it.

“Alright, graduate, where to? What’s your favorite lunch spot, or where’s a fancy place you’ve always wanted to go but were saving for a special occasion?” you asked and he just chuckled, directing you to a food truck only five minutes away and as you sat on a picnic bench in the parking lot you listened to him catch you up on all of his training. You watched as he enthusiastically detailed his first time flying solo, the time he flew through a bird strike (and him explaining to you what that was) and how every time he accomplished something new he thought of you. You told him all about your classes, which professors you loved and which you hated, and you told him about how Stanford kids might be the cream of the crop but they know how to party better than anyone and how you missed him at every single one.

“Better than our senior year bonfire?” he asked and you laughed.

“Doesn’t even hold a candle, if you thought watching me do beer bongs and dance on the hood of your truck was peak amusement just wait until you watch the kid who got into every Ivy League and MIT do blow and sneak into the athletic pool.”

“I can’t wait to come visit you one day, you’ll have to show me around your fancy campus and take me to one of these infamous parties,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Name the day cowboy, I’ll be ready to give you the full Stanford experience.” He began to rattle off a list of things you could do today but… you just didn’t want to do any of it. You drove him back to base and followed him through the narrow hallways to his bunks where he collected a few of his necessities, listening attentively when he pointed things out as you went before navigating back to your hotel. When the door shut behind you a weight settled over you, sure this was what you wanted… to just go back to your hotel room, put on a made for tv movie and hang out with him but suddenly it felt overwhelming. You hadn’t been truly alone with him since the night before he dropped you off at the airport almost two years ago now and that was a thought that made you want to break down and cry. It had been two years and now you didn’t know how to behave alone in a room with him.

“I’m going to get out of this uniform,” he said softly, kissing your cheek before closing himself in the bathroom and you sighed as you sifted through your duffle bag, pulling out a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s old t-shirts… one you’d stolen forever ago and it was one of many you slept in every night. You sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do with your hands or your body in general and you grabbed your phone to check in with both of your parents… letting them know the graduation was amazing, sending some selfies you took at lunch and promising to send the photos from the tap out ceremony once you got them.

You wondered what you would talk about now that you were all caught up on school and flight training… Do you ask him if he’s seeing anybody? Do you tell him about the ill-advised one night stands or that boy from your molecular biology class you went on a few dates with? This was uncharted territory and you didn’t really like it… things were never uncharted with Jake before, you never once worried about what you would talk about or what to do, it all just flowed so easily. You’d been so lost in your thoughts staring at the painting on the wall you didn’t even notice the bed sink beside you as he sat down, not until there was a hand on your knee pulling you back to reality and you turned your head to face him.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and looking down at you with concern in his eyes.

“Nothing and everything,” you responded and he nodded, understanding what you meant. He shifted up the bed and pulled you with him, creating space for you to settle into his side. You exhaled in relief when his arms wrapped around you and you felt grounded listening to the steady thud of his heart in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“What for?” he moved to prop himself up and hooked a finger under your chin to make you look at him.

“Pulling away… getting distant, it’s not fair.” you said feeling your throat grow thick with emotion and he just shook his head.

“We still talk, we’re just busy… and that’s a good thing, Jupiter, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” Looking up at him and feeling his hands on your hips as he watched you so carefully had heat prickling up your spine and if you focused solely on him long enough you could convince yourself you were back home in your bedroom and not in some hotel room in Annapolis but you were. Jake was different now and so were you but the feeling that settled on your skin and had your hands crawling up his chest was exactly the same. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you into his lap and you settled onto him with your thighs straddling his hips, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned down to press your forehead against his. You missed this, the closeness, feeling like you were the only two people in the world with your bodies pressed against each other.

“Jake…” you muttered and he nodded against you, hands trailing along your sides and you felt desire tingling in your every nerve ending.

“I know, Jupiter… I know,” he responded, and you were certain he could feel your heart threatening to hammer out of your chest. Your lips ghosted against his, testing the waters and you nearly moaned at the sensation as he gently pulled you closer to envelop you in a kiss. It was slow and deliberate, he took his time in opening you up and tasting you… if all you had were these two days you were going to make it last, make it count before you returned back to school and before he went on to do what he’d trained for. You experimentally rolled your hips against his, moaning into his mouth when you felt his hardening length beneath you and he pushed you onto your back to settle above you as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Jake,” you started but he silenced you with a kiss. You suddenly wondered if this was a bad idea, if you were just prolonging the hurt but you didn’t know if you could stop now that you had started.

“I know… we can stop,” he kissed along your jawbone and you arched into him as he pressed against your core, “tell me to stop.”

“Don’t… please, don’t,” you sighed and he continued to kiss down your body, pushing that old t-shirt of his up to kiss between the valley of your breasts and you pulled it off as he landed between your legs, gently pulling them apart as he nipped at the soft skin of your thighs. He pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them somewhere behind him as he continued to kiss around your core, sucking and marking you as he went. Your breath hitched as he licked a stripe through your folds and he groaned against you as he tasted your sweetness.

“Fuck, angel… missed you like this,” he muttered against you as he focused his tongue on your clit and pulled moans from the back of your throat. You bucked against him and he steadied your hips with his strong hand, keeping you in place as he worked you up the way he always did. He took his time, slowly pressing one then two fingers into you and massaging that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars, muttering praises as you careened off the ledge and into your climax leaving you writhing beneath him. “So beautiful,” he said as he kissed back up your body and you pulled him into you to taste yourself on his lips.

“Missed you,” you whispered against him, reaching between you to line him up at your entrance.

“Sweet girl, always were so needy,” he said as he pushed into you and bottomed out in one stroke. Your moan was broken as he filled you so completely and you shuddered as he began gently fucking into you. You moved your hips to match his pace and he pressed your hips into the mattress to still you, “I’ve got you, honey.” He whispered into your ear before kissing along the delicate skin of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned at the new angle, your hands were gripping his bicep and resting on the side of his face as you gazed up at him and tried to soak in every moment of this… every rock of his hips and every sweet sound that fell from his lips. It wasn’t enough, it never would be, but right now it would have to be. “Not gonna last, angel,” he muttered and you nodded, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I know,” you replied, chest heaving as you pressed yourself as close as you possibly could. You felt warmth coat your walls and you rubbed your hands along his back as he softened inside you and as he gazed into your eyes you went to say something but he just shook his head.

“Don’t say it, sweetheart.” He brought his hand up to wipe the tears from your cheeks and you nodded as he pulled out of you. He was gone in an instant, disappearing to the bathroom where he reemerged with a wet cloth that he used to gently clean you up and he pulled the blanket over you as he climbed back into bed. You tangled yourself with him as your breathing steadied and you wracked your brain with what to say next… nothing felt quite right, you couldn’t say what you wanted to. It wouldn’t be fair, not to you and not to him but it didn’t make you want to say it any less. It was right there on the tip of your tongue and had been since you first saw him earlier this afternoon but you couldn’t.

“I don’t-” you started, but cut yourself off as you tried to figure out where you were going with that sentence. “I don’t know what this means.”

“I know, I don’t either. We can’t- I can’t… I’m leaving next week,” he said and you stiffened beside him. You knew it was coming, knew it was inevitable, this is what he had been training for but it didn’t make the knowledge of him shipping off somewhere to do things that gave you nightmares any easier to stomach.

“Where?”

“I can’t tell you, Jupiter, you know that…”

“Do you know how long?” you asked and you felt him sigh, you knew you weren’t going to like his answer.

“Three months, maybe more.” he replied and you nodded, feeling fresh tears prick at your eyes and you gripped him tighter, as if you held on just a little bit more he wouldn’t be leaving, going someplace unknown and putting himself into danger.

“Okay,” you whispered, but it wasn’t… it wasn’t okay, none of it was. You wanted to drop out of school, kidnap him from the Navy and hide away, go someplace warm and tropical and just be safe together.

“It’s going to be fine… day after tomorrow you’re going to go back to Stanford, you’re going to keep blowing me away with how damn smart you are and you’re going to go to parties with your friends, and for me you’re going to go on dates, and when I get back stateside I’m going to come visit and you’ll show me your new life and everything is going to be okay.” he said and you couldn’t stop your tears, your frame shook as you clung onto him and he just soothingly rubbed your back and held you tight.

“You’ll be safe?” you asked and you felt him nod above you.

“Of course, honey… wouldn’t put you through that,” he said and you believed him. Even though you knew he had limited control over whether or not he made it home safely you believed he would try.

And he did try, for those three whole months he was gone he kept you in the back of his mind through every training exercise in preparation and you were at the front of his mind when he was flying the mission. He wouldn’t make his mom call you and tell you the unthinkable, he couldn’t… not when you were already doing so much for him. You were holding up your end of the bargain, excelling in your classes and letting loose on the weekends, you even gave that guy from your molecular biology class another chance. You were trying, and so was he and you were making each other damn proud in the process but that didn’t make it any simpler… It didn't stop the two of you from thinking back to that hotel room in Annapolis, it didn’t stop you from longing for you to be done with school and for him to receive a permanent station, but still you tried anyway, because you promised.

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