#evermore celebration

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

happiness - S.H

evermore masterlist | no body no crime | dorothea

Warnings: pregnancy, marriage, allusions to sex, kissing, children, babies, reader has hair, mentions of blood, ptsd, nightmares,

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: an overview of the brilliant life that you shared with Steve harrinfton

A/N: yes, I know the song is about breaking up with someone but I interpreted it as what happens at the end of the fic.

Wordcount: 1.8k

You never expected to be married at 22 and definitely not have found the love of your life this early.

You had fallen in love with Steve harrington the moment you saw him in scoops ahoy, dumb sailor uniform and all. 

You loved him. Past the blood and the bruises from your shared brushes with death. Past the nightmares that would wake you up screaming. Past the haunted look in your eyes.

Now you were lying in bed on your honeymoon, both of you too tired to move as you basked in the comfort of each other. 

He pulled you close to him, one arm around your naked waist and the other on your cheek. 

"I've always wanted this big family, you know, five, six kids," he explained and you looked over at him. 

"Six kids?" You questioned. It sounded daunting but you wanted a large family too. 

"Yeah, six little nuggets. And every year me and the brood of harringtons would go out on a winnebago and see the sights, yellowstone, grand canyon. And it would end at the beach, like this one," he explained, looking out at the beach from the window of their honeymoon cabin. 

You smiled. You could already imagine him as this perfect father who loved his children more than anyone could imagine. 

"What do you think?" He asked, brow furrowed as your face remained emotionless. 

You smiled, "That sounds perfect Steve, why don't we get a head start now?" You suggested. 

He chuckled, pulling you in for a kiss, "You serious?" He mumbled against your lips. 

You nodded, batting your eyelashes at him and the next you knew, he was on top of you, pressing his lips along your neck. 

This was going to be a long week. 

It had been a few tough years but now here you sat on the beach, watching the waves as they crashed on the shore. Your husband walked over, the twenty five year old standing there with a grin on his face. 

Steve looked down at you as you rocked your youngest in your arms. The baby girl was only six months old and he never thought he'd be this happy. 

As soon as he'd mentioned his dream to have a full brood of harringtons, you had agreed and he knew that you were the perfect girl for him. 

It was your first holiday with your baby girl and both of you were obviously worried about it all. 

You turned back to look at Steve and smiled, "Take a picture Steve, it'll last longer," you said, eyes gazing into his. 

You both hadn't had much alone time since your baby girl had been born but you still adored him and any time you could spend with him. 

He sat down next to you on the beach, the sand sticking to his denim jeans as he looked over at you. 

"I so want another one already," he said, half serious and half joking. 

You chuckled, your smile wide on your face and you never thought you'd feel this way about anyone. You never thought you could ever be as happy as you are right now. 

"Shut up Steve," you said, a blush rising up your neck as you looked down at your little girl. 

She waved her arms around slightly in your grasp, almost sensing that her dad was there. She may be only six months old but she was a total daddy's girl.

"I think she wants her daddy," you said and he sat down next to you as  passed the baby girl to him. 

He smiled to himself, holding her against his chest and she reached up, a wide smile that mirrored yours on her face as she gripped his hair with her tiny little hands, a giggle escaping her lips. 

You smiled at the scene, seeing how enamoured he was with this baby girl and you couldn't have imagined this life with anyone else. 

"God I love you Steve Harrington," you said almost subconsciously. 

He looked up at you, his smile reaching his ears, "I love you too baby girl," he said, "Now, about that other baby,"

You giggled as you hit his arm, "You are insatiable Stevie," you said and he smiled, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Only for you sweetheart," he said.

Five years later and you were both 30, sitting around a Christmas tree in Hawkins as you looked at your little family. 

Since then, you'd had two more kids, making the Harrington brood half complete. 

Your six year old daughter was a menace, your four year son was a total sweetheart and a mummy's boy and although your 18 month old daughter didn't talk much yet, you both knew she was going to be a mouthy and sarcastic kid, just like uncle Dustin. 

"What's the last present mama," your son asked, looking down at a box sitting under the tree. 

He was already playing with the purple toy racecar he had gotten, making small whooshing noises as he moved it around. 

You and Steve shared a knowing look. The last present was a surprise for the family, a new roller coaster ride that you were ready to go on. 

"It's not gonna be for you dingus," your eldest said as she sketched in the notebook she had gotten. 

You chuckled, "Sweetie, we don't say that word," you said, trying to scold her but the cute way she said it made it hard to. 

"Sorry mama, auntie Robin says it though," she said, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at her mother. 

Your eldest was the spitting image of you, the same bold eyes and cheekbones. She also seemed to have picked up one too many habits from Robin. 

Steve chuckled, "Maybe don't listen to everything Aunt Robin says," he suggested. 

Your son groaned, "What's in the box?" He asked again. 

He had so many characteristics from your husband. Specifically the way he looked when frustrated - like right now. His eyebrows crinkled up, a sharp line between them. 

You smiled, looking down at him and rubbing your thumb over his forehead, watching as he calmed down and looked up at you. 

"It's a surprise for the family honey," you said, "Steve, you wanna open it?"

He nodded, picking up the box and helping the two older kids open it. 

They pulled out a small onesie that said 'baby number 4 coming June 97'

They ran over, pulling you into a hug as they realised you were going to have another baby. 

"This one will be a boy right mama," your son said and you chuckled. 

"Maybe, maybe,'' you replied. 

At 35 years old, your life was completely perfect. You sat on a makeshift seat outside of your winnebago, watching as Steve ran around the beach with five of your kids. 

You held the youngest, an eight month old baby boy, in your arms as you watched your family. 

On this trip, Nancy and Robin had tagged along with their four year old daughter who they'd adopted nearly three years ago. 

"You gonna come for a swim darling?" Steve called out, their two year old daughter sitting on his shoulders. 

You nodded. Nancy agreed to look after your baby boy and you changed into your swimming costume. 

Steve lit up when he saw you. No matter how many times he saw you in a bikini or how much your body had changed over the years, he never got tired of looking at you. 

Your eldest, now 11 years old, sat on the beach, making sandcastles with your two year old daughter and four year old son. 

Your eldest son, who was now 9 years old, was play-fighting with your 7 year old daughter. 

As you walked over to Steve, you realised that your family was complete, that there was nothing now that could change it. 

"I'm sorry baby," he said as you approached him in the water. 

You tilted your head in confusion and he grabbed you by the waist. 

"Harrington!" You exclaimed as he playfully threw you into the water, your children laughing from the sidelines at you. 

Your head popped out of the water and you glared at him, "Mrs Harrington," he said back with a smirk. 

"I'm so gonna kill you," you said as you walked back over, running your hand through your now wet hair. 

He pulled you in by your hips, pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you," he said, overcome by how perfect your little family was. 

"I love you too Steve," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips 

He smiled, his happiness in this moment unparalleled, "Thank you for giving me all of this, for giving me this family," he said. 

You nodded before pulling him in for a passionate kiss, forgetting your children were there.

You didn't care that you looked awful with your hair soaked and he didn't either. He just knew that there would be no happiness without you. 

"Ew mum," your eldest said and you two pulled away. 

"Who wants a barbecue?" Steve asked and everyone chirped up, especially Robin. 

You walked back to the shore hand in hand and nothing could beat this moment, spent with everyone you loved. 

Decades later, Dustin stood in the graveyard, tears in his eyes as he looked down. 

After so many years fighting monsters he was glad that the two of you had managed to settle down and have the life you had always wanted. 

He had died three days after you and they had said he'd died of a broken heart. Anyone that knew the both of you knew it was true. 

Dustin had sat by his friend's side as he grieved your death. He knew Steve was going to follow you soon after and he had been in the house when he had died. 

Dustin called the six kids you shared and had to tell them about their fathers death only days after your death and they knew it was going to happen but it still hurt. 

With six children, 18 grandchildren and 31 great grandchildren and 2 small great great grandchildren, the two of you had shared a lot of joy in your lives. 

"92 years old," Dustin said with a chuckle, looking down at your side by side graves, "Never thought we'd make it to 21," 

He lay down the flowers before turning and walking away, leaving the two of you behind as he walked towards Suzie who stood by the side. 

The 87 year old knew that there was going to be happiness even after the death of two of his best friends, but it wasn't going to be the same. 

[folklorefearlessts]

Taylor won:

- Artist Of The Year

- Video Of The Year: Anti-Hero

- Song Of The Year: Anti-Hero

- Best Pop: Anti-Hero

- Best Direction: Anti-Hero

- Best Cinematography: Anti-Hero

- Best Visual Effects: Anti-Hero

- Album Of The Year: Midnights

- Show Of The Summer: Eras Tour

[hugshughes]

this is me trying L. Fantilli

Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

synopsis - You just want Luca to know that you're trying.

wc - 2.5k

contains - cursing, academic burnout (self reflection...), crying, not feeling good enough, reader has an older brother, um suggestiveness??? (reader makes one joke), that's it! LMK!

an - im so sorry i kept you guys waiting... but happy thanksgiving, forgive me im so thankful for you guys. this was a bit more self indulgent than my other fics... THIS WAS SO LATE BECAUSE i wrote 2000+ words then they didn't save and so i literally cried over it and couldn't write for the rest literal week whenever i came back to it i was upset, like i was that sad guys. and i really don't love this because it just isn't as perfect as the first one i wrote was. anyways hope you love this!

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i've been having a hard time adjusting. i had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting.

You were sick. Not like physical illness, go to the doctor and get medicine sick. You were sick of waking up every day, going to the same classes, eating the same food, coming home, sitting alone in your dorm, then falling asleep and doing it over again. But you couldn't afford to do anything else at the same time. If you wanted to get the grades you needed to pass your current classes, you were going to have to work your ass off.

You were always considered gifted. You took advanced classes all of high school, attending college-level courses in your junior year. Even in your freshman year at Umich, you passed with flying colors, but now, now it was different. You don't know why classes were so much harder now, and it was especially hard because everything had always been so easy.

Even with all of this, you had Luca. Luca had been your boyfriend since October of freshman year. He'd always stood by your side no matter what, but now it felt different. He'd never seen you like this, struggling so much with things you were known for being good at. You remember him telling you how proud he was when you had gotten a 98% on one of your final exams last year, you were worried he wouldn't be proud anymore.

As a child, you were conditioned into thinking that better grades meant better treatment from your parents. Your brother had been a star student always until he'd slacked off senior year and ended up going to a college he was way too smart for. When that happened, your parents decided you wouldn't be like your brother. You would go to a good school, and get good grades, and in exchange they would love you, at least that's how it felt.

i didn't know if you'd care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that.

All the love you'd ever known was for a price, your parents', your boyfriend's, even your brother's it was like you had to be good enough before they would consider you lovable.

You never felt this from Luca, but you never gave him a reason to think otherwise. You'd always been this smart girl for him, a girl he bragged about to his friends. The girl he could go to for help in classes.

You didn't mean to be pushing Luca away, but you were so stressed and didn't want to bring him into it.

I know I already said you weren't sick like an illness, but right now you felt gross. You were stuffy and coughing and had a pounding headache, but you had assignments due at 11:59 pm and they couldn't wait. It was 9:03 pm and it didn't look like you were gonna get any relief from class work for a while longer.

pulled the car off the road to the lookout. could've followed my fears all the way down.

You didn't even know you were crying until you saw tears fall onto your iPad screen, where you were currently writing notes for a quiz you had tomorrow. You felt completely helpless. You couldn't stop and let yourself wallow, because you had to get moving on your study guide.

You dropped your Apple Pencil and just buried your face in your hands, rubbing your eyes till you saw stars. Your pity party was interrupted by your phone ringing. Your phone was on your studying do not disturb so if someone's call was coming through it had to be Luca's.

You quickly tried to steady your breathing before swiping to answer the call.

"Hi?"

"Hey. So, what's with you totally skipping my game? You know that meant a lot to me."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How did you forget? You were the worst girlfriend ever.

"Oh my God, Luca. I'm so fucking sorry, it completely slipped my mind, oh my God, I didn't even know. I had a really long day, baby, I'm so sorry."

You were trying not to cry even more, you didn't want Luca to think you were a crybaby. Crybaby. That's what your parents called you whenever you got like this, too much for them to love.

and maybe i don't quite know what to say,

Luca just sighed, upset. He was upset with you, and you couldn't fix it. You could hear rustling on Luca's end, and another voice. All of a sudden you were seventeen getting a call from your nineteen-year-old boyfriend while he cheated on you, while another girl laid with him.

but i'm here in your doorway.

You didn't think Luca would do that to you, you really knew he wouldn't. But that one part of you was just screaming that you'd proven yourself unworthy to him, that he was done.

i just wanted you to know,

"I just, I don't even know anymore. You haven't consistently talked to me in weeks, every time we do speak you're in your head, and you keep pushing things off and forgetting. I just don't know what I'm doing wrong here."

Fuck, you couldn't stop the floodgates now. You quickly sniffed, holding the phone away from you so he wouldn't hear, soaking the cuff of your sweatshirt sleeve with tears before trying to respond.

"No, no Luc, you're not doing anything wrong. The last month has just been tough, I just don't know how to tell you. I'm trying Luca, I am, and I'm sorry. I know it doesn't fix anything and you still have every right to be angry with me, I understand why-"

this is me trying.

"Hey, it's whatever, just don't worry about it."

No. No this couldn't happen like this. He couldn't be checking out of your relationship right now. You needed him, even if you didn't know how to tell him. You accidentally let out a whimper when you tried to speak, before shakily breathing a deep breath and trying again.

"No, it isn't. I'm not being good to you. I just- Fuck Luca I'm sorry I didn't mean to forget, and I'm not meaning to be such a bad girlfriend I just, there's just,"

"Just what?"

"I don't know how to tell you! I don't want you to think differently about me Luc. You've never seen me like this."

Your trauma was truly shining through, you were terrified of Luca thinking you weren't smart.

"Are you like uninterested now? You could just tell me, not lead me on! Not just ghost me!"

"No Luca! I love you so much, I'm in love with you. I just-"

You cut yourself off, letting out a stressed sigh, rubbing your eyes when you felt the tears prick in them.

i just wanted you to know,

You didn't know what to say, it was so complicated. Every time you ever tried to talk about this with your family they shut you down, told you you were wrong for feeling like you did, and you didn't want Luca to think those things too.

"I just can't do this stuff anymore,"

"What?"

this is me trying.

"I'm just not smart anymore, and everything is so hard. And I don't know how to talk to you about it 'cause I don't want you to think I'm not smart, but I don't think I am anymore."

"Oh, baby."

Luca was stunned, his girl was going through something and he was upset with her over a hockey game. He thought you were beginning to distance yourself from him because you started to be uninterested in him. He never would've assumed you were doing it because you were scared to talk to him. He never would've assumed you were scared he would think less of you.

"Hey, it's okay. Everything's gonna be alright, okay? How about I come over? We can talk more about everything and I know I'm not the brightest guy when it comes to all of your stuff but I could try to help. That okay, pretty?"

"Yes. Please, Angel. Need you right now."

"Okay, give me a couple minutes, I'll be right there. I love you, okay?"

"I love you, Luc."

Luca let you hang up, taking a deep breath and sitting for a moment just to take in what had just happened. He had a bad feeling in his stomach now, knowing how you were hurting. He quickly recovered and got up, putting his shoes and a hat on backward before leaving his dorm.

He walked fast through campus to get to your dorm building, the cold motivating him further. When he got to your dorm building, he quickly went up the stairs, taking two at a time, and to your room. You were in a single this year, so he wasn't worried about a roommate being bothered by his presence. He knocked on the decorated door gently, bouncing on his feet waiting for you.

they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential.

Luca could've sworn he felt his heart break when he saw your face, the exhaustion mixed with sadness wearing you down. He didn't say anything before jumping to wrap his arms around you, just holding you for a minute. You clung to him so tightly, you'd missed him so badly while digging yourself into a hole of isolation.

"Hi sweet girl."

You could've started crying again. He held you gently but firmly, and it was all you ever needed. You felt yourself relax for the first time in two and a half weeks.

and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad. i have a lot of regrets about that.

"Hi Luc"

You sniffled, and Luca just melted. He pulled away from you just a little, pulling his arms away so he could cradle your faces in his palms. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, rubbing your thumbs back and forth.

"I missed you, pretty."

You missed him like a little kid. But it was your fault you were ever apart.

i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.

"I missed you. 'M so sorry I isolated myself from you, I'm so fucking stressed right now. Everything is hard and it's scary 'cause it's never been hard like this for me, and I-"

fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here,

"I know baby. It is scary. College is just scary. And you are like the smartest girl I think ever so I know it's like even scarier for you when things don't make sense quickly, but it's gonna be okay. Because you have your amazing, talented, stud of a boyfriend to help you."

pouring out my heart to a stranger. but i didn't pour the whiskey.

You gave him a look, laughing for the first time in many days.

"He is pretty amazing, and talented, and hot, isn't he?"

i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying. i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.

He nodded reassuringly, before putting his hands on your hips and pushing you back into your room, closing your door behind him.

"Damn, you just got here."

"Shut the hell up."

You laughed as you climbed up onto your bed, pulling Luca up next to you after he took his shoes off.

at least i'm trying.

"So, about this class. What do we need to learn?"

You explained how tonight you only really needed to do two things, finish a paper that was 75% done, and do another assignment that if you could figure out how to understand the concept, would be done in no time. You both snuggled close together while looking at the paper, Luca helping you through sentences you got stuck on. You finished the paper quickly, then pulled up your notes for the concept of the other assignment.

and it's hard, to be at a party when i feel like an open wound. it's hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you.

At one point Luca took your laptop to read through the notes so you just turned over and rested your head on his chest, before seeing his gorgeous hair covered by a stupid hat grabbing it off of him, and putting it on your bedside table.

"No hats in my room."

"What? Since when?"

"Since I want to see your pretty hair, not the maize and blue hat I see every other day."

Luca just laughed, shaking his head and running his non-scrolling hand down your back. Luca somehow understood the concept and reiterated it to you in a way that made everything click. He was your good luck charm, you knew it. Everything made sense with him.

you're a flashback, in a film reel, on the one screen in my town.

You made him lay on your chest with your laptop resting on his back while you completed the assignment. One hand was in his hair while the other was gliding across the keyboard. You finished it in 20 minutes. And your chest felt so much lighter after you hit the submit button.

You closed your laptop, sliding it onto the floor before putting both of your hands into Luca's hair.

"I knew you could do it, baby. You just needed someone to tell you that."

"I love you."

"I love you so much."

Luca's arms around your middle tightened, and he moved his head to look up at you.

"I know you feel like you have to be this perfect person, baby, but I need you to know you don't have to do that for anyone, especially me. Because you are everything, and I can't take care of you if you're scared to talk to me about how you're feeling. I know your parents and other people make you feel like if you don't do good at school they will love you less, but you need to know that you could flunk out of school, and you would still be the most important person to me, okay?"

i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.

You were crying. You pulled him somehow closer and hugged him so tight, pulling away after over a minute to give him a good long kiss that expressed your gratitude. Because you were, so fucking grateful. This boy had seen all of it, and still chose you, and would continue to choose you until his last breath.

(and maybe i don't quite know what to say,)

"Thank you, Angel. You don't know how much hearing that means to me. I love you, so so much."

"You're everything. I see that you're trying, and that is always gonna be enough."

i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying. at least i'm trying.

[gentlemancowboy]

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Graveyard in Lofoten – Thorolf Holmboe // ivy – Taylor Swift

[mystifiedswift]

-taylor swift (kinda) fall headers 🍂

like or reblog if you save! <3

[booksmartstreetdummy]

I was today years old when I realized that when Taylor Swift says "your Midas touch on the Chevy door" she means that everything "he" touches turns into gold (referencing King Midas who, according to greek mythology, changed whatever he might touch into gold and in the end that power became a curse).

Incorporated in the song it can have a good meaning - reminiscing the first dates or times he'd open the door for her and how everything he touched turned into something valuable and how he himself added more meaning to the most mundane things or it can have an equally bad meaning since the power itself in the mythological story turns out to be a curse when the king realizes that he can't even hug his own daughter without her turning into a solid gold statue - everything "he" touches turns into solid gold, marks it as a simple vain cold thing to who he transfers his materialistic traditonal desires to that would please no one but himself (the narrator of the song not being able to say yes when asked to marry and having a bunch of seemingly trivial problems to hometown skeptics) also correlating to the title of the track: Champagne problems which is a type of problem or issue that might be seen as trivial or superficial in the grand scheme of things!!!

Or maybe I'm overthinking it like everything else in my life or maybe this was obvious and I was too slow. But damn to go from that line to "November flush and your flannel cure"??? I'm in love with her songwriting on this record

[tswallpapers]

eras tour wallpapers all by me💫

please like/reblog if you save! i hope you enjoy!🖤

[redroses07]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 ‪ ❤︎

ㅤㅤ

-------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹-------

(If yall want me to do this for anymore taylor songs requests are open!)

[jakeperalta]

I wish taylor still did pre-release lead singles. I know she doesn't need to but I just like them

[dejunlsver]

taylor swift evermore <3

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

closure - J.S

evermore masterlist | marjorie | evermore

Warnings: mentions of sex, morning after, allusions to death, war, breaking up

Summary: you knew your relationship was just for fun but when he broke up with you to protect you, you weren't going to let that happen.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Your friends with benefits situation with jake seresin was complicated to say the least.

He was a naval aviator for the US navy and you were just a bar maid working in the nearby area. 

For the last 6 months you had been sleeping together, grasping the warmth of the lonely nights and holding him tight when it all got too much. 

There was something special about Jake seresin that you had never seen in anybody before. 

He was cocky and arrogant and it seemed like he was the epitome of a narcissist. But with you, he was soft and caring and seemed like he wouldn't even hurt a fly. 

It was something about him that you could study for hours, the switch of his personality when it came to someone he loved fascinated you. 

It was a no strings attached situation but very quickly into it, you had fallen head over heels for the tall blonde man in ways you never thought you would. 

His friend who was stationed with him, Phoenix, had warned you of his playboy ways. She had told you that he was known to sleep with girls and leave them quickly - although she did note that he seemed uncharacteristically attached to you. 

You couldn't care less about whatever anyone else had to say about your unconventional relationship, it wasn't hurting either of you and you were getting something good out of it. 

Or at least you were until one night as he held you under the covers, you could feel the tension in the air. 

He was holding a secret from you and though you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t bear it. You took a deep breath, looking up at him to see he was staring at you. 

“You know I can sense that something is wrong,” you said, not even looking at him. Something was going on and you needed to know. 

He took a deep breath, looking down at you, a hand coming up to caress your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your cheekbone. 

“Ive been called back to Top Gun for a mission and its going to be dangerous,” he explained, breath hitching in his throat, “I don’t know what its about, i just know that I might not make it back,”

You took a deep breath, averting your eyes from him. You didn't want him to see the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you thought about him not coming back. The words cut deep, down to the bone and you didnt know what you would do if he didnt come back. 

He brushed the tears from your cheeks once they spilled over your waterline. You sat up, one of his old shirts covering your frame and he sat up as well, the covers falling off to show his nude torso. 

He felt guilty for what he was about to do but he knew what was going to be the best thing for you, he knew he had to put something between you and him, something that would save you from the torment of losing someone. 

“I think we should break up,” he said. 

Your eyes darted to his, more tears spilling over as you contemplated what he had just said, “Excuse me?” You questioned, almost in disbelief. 

Jake took a shaky breath before looking at you, “I think we should break up, I cant let you get hurt,” he said. 

He thought that it would be the best thing for you, breaking your heart now before his permanent absence would 

Jake expected you to just be another thing he regretted a wrinkle in your new life. You weren't going to stay friends after this and he was ready to accept it if it meant that you were going to be saved from the heartbreak of it all. 

You were in shock, your upset turned into anger at his ridiculous reasoning. You weren't going to let him give up on the two of you so easily. 

“You can't push me away!” You exclaimed, “I can't believe that you’re treating me lie some situation in the Navy that has to be handled. Like a job,”

He sighed, “My job is why I have to end it with you, I’ve seen women cry over their dead husbands and I can't do that to you,” he explained. 

He seemed to think that breaking up with you and sparing you from being the girlfriend of a dead man was better then actually being there for him. He seemed to think that this was some sort of closure. 

“Would you have married me Seresin? Do you have these feelings for me because clearly you care,” you explained, asking him that important question. 

He sighed, biting his lip to keep the words in, “Of course I care about you Y/N and that’s why I can't let you get hurt,” he explained. 

You shook your head, disagreeing completely with his absurd ideas. 

“I’m going to leave now,” he said, standing up and reaching for his clothes, “I hope you have a good life babe,”

You knew he had told you not to come but you went to the air base with the second phoenix message and said that they were coming back. There were a handful of other people there, parents, husbands, wives, and a small child. You just couldn’t wait to see Jake again. 

Other people started rushing towards their loved ones and Jake just started to walk ahead, not thinking anyone had turned up for him. 

You froze on the spot the second you saw him, his hair rushed back in worry from his hands running through it and a defeated but proud look on his face. 

You called out his name and he froze. He turned to look around for you and the second he saw you standing there, his jacket wrapped around your shoulder all time stopped. 

He had told you to leave, that it would be better for you if you had no part in it all. This was the moment he knew that you were the one for him, the person he was ready to spend the rest of his life with. 

Once the shock wore off, a smile lit up his face and he started running, feet heavy on the tarmac as he englufed you in a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around. You grinned as you held him tight, glad that he was alive. 

As soon as he set you down and before you could talk to him and ask him how he was, he captured you in a kiss, a deep and passsionate kiss that meant that he loved you. It was a promise that 

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Charles in his 1989 era

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Jen's 1K Celebration!!! For @flowersgrowback

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