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And also, me writing BESIDES A SINGULAR SENTENCE fluff? Who knew that was possible
Can also be seen as a part three for You Don't Love Me Anymore? and I Still Love You. But it can also be read as a stand alone fic :)
This also was originally written for my OC Drew Henderson (Find info on her/original story on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )
If you understand the reference in the title/how to be proposed (kind of), I fucking love you
Steve is PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)
And yes, I WILL be doing a Part Two that involves telling everyone
Anywho, enjoy
Y/N sighed as she unlocked the door to her and Steve’s little shared apartment. The usual hour and a half drive became a 3 hour one due to the snow that was falling. She was happy to be back in the house. She knew Steve had taken the day off of work so she had planned to just lay in bed with him and watch Christmas films. Well, that was until she saw a bunch of daisies around the living room. She sat her bag next to the door and slipped off her jacket, confused.
“Steve?” She placed her jacket on the chair at the table. She began to take off her boots when she called for Steve again. “Steve? Where are you?” As she sat her boots next to his, he came out of their bedroom. He gave her a soft smile and walked over and kissed her softly. She smiled back at him when he pulled away. “Steve, why’re there daisies around us?”
“I thought you would know.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Why would I know?”
He shrugged, “The delivery guy said that they were for you. The ones on the table have a letter with them”
She nodded and walked over to them as she grabbed the small piece of paper, she asked him. “Did they say who they were from?”
Unknowingly to her, he was getting down on one knee as he spoke. “No, they said that the person had mentioned you would know who it is from the letter.”
She nodded silently and flipped open the piece of paper. She instantly recognized the handwriting as Steves.
1,000 yellow daisies. Just as you asked.
She turned back to him, confused. “Steve--” She stopped short and the confusion turned to surprise when she saw him on his knee. “Steve, wha--what are you doing?”
“We met when we were in 8th grade. I remember when I met you, I thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen. I was so happy when you decided to be my friend.” She nervously bit her lip as he spoke. “Then when you agreed to go to the Snow Ball with me, even though it was just ‘as friends’ I didn’t care. When we stopped being friends the beginning of our Sophomore year because of me being a fucking jackass and caring more about popularity than about my best friend. I still don’t know why you ever forgave me for everything I said, but I’m grateful you did.” He moved some of his hair that had fallen, away from his face. “Then everything happened in 1983 and I fully realized how much of a dick I had become. And I genuinely tried to become a better person. I remember that Christmas, I was getting to the Wheelers for dinner at the same time you were getting there to pick up Dustin. I like to think that was the day that things started to get better for us. Then a year later, when we worked together to protect the kids. I-I think that was when I realized that I never stopped loving you. So when you had agreed to that date, I had completely prepared myself for rejection so I was genuinely surprised when you said yes.” He let out a shaky breath, “Y/N, we’ve been through a lot of shit in the past few years of our relationship. And I want to go through the rest of the bullshit that life will throw at us. But I want to go through it together. So, Y/F/N Y/M/N Henderson,” He took a ring out of his pocket, “Surrounded by exactly 1,000 yellow daisies, I’m asking you to marry me.”
She couldn’t believe it. He was actually asking her to marry him. She shakily breathed, “Stevie--”
“I-I understand if you say no. I just had to ask and let you know that...that I was ready.”
She kneeled down next to him and placed a hand on his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss. When she softly pulled away, she leaned her forehead against his. “Put the fucking ring on my finger, Harrington.”
She felt and heard him laugh and she felt the cool metal ring slipping onto her finger. He kissed her again and they both stood. This time when he pulled away, he softly started to play with the ends of her hair. “Are you happy that I remembered?”
She laughed, “Surprised. I hardly did.” She brushed some hair out of his face, “I said that, what? 3 years ago? I remember it wasn’t long after Starcourt.” She kissed his nose, “I can’t believe you remembered.”
He smiled, “It was ingrained into my head. That if I were to ever propose to you, I would need 1,000 yellow daisies. No more. No less.” He laughed lightly, “I uh...God, you’re gonna call me crazy for this.”
“For what Stevie?”
He sighed, “I uh...I got the ring after everything that happened in ‘86. Cause I realized that it felt nice...lying and saying that we were married in order to stay with you after everything. A few days after you had come home, I went out and bought a ring.” She gleaned down at the ring. It was a sapphire surrounded by diamonds. She knew it must have cost him a fortune. “I remembered how you mentioned, off-handedly, that you loved Princess Diana’s ring. So I found one similar to it. But this one was more you.”
“Steve, this must’ve cost a fortune.”
“It wasn’t really! The jeweler was an old friend of my family. Ironically, every Harrington has bought their ring from there.”
She laughed, “Steve ‘I hate my family tree’ Harrington, got an engagement ring from the same place every Harrington has gotten theirs from?”
He rolled his eyes, “Laugh all you want. But I was able to get you a ring that I knew you would like and it not cost like...a fortune.”
She smiled and kissed him softly, “I’ll always laugh at you, love. Especially when it’s ironic.” She sighed and picked a daisy out from one of the pots and placed it behind her ear. “So, how’re we gonna tell everyone? Or, more specifically, Dustin.”
Now that was not something Steve had planned. And it was something he hadn’t really thought about till just now.
Not sure if it's my holiday-fuelled hopeful positive mood or if it's the whiskey talking, but I long for my heart to be stolen by a soul that is kind. I want someone to take it from me and hold it in their hands like a smol baby bird. Yeah I like that thought very much.
welcome back! i hope you had fun :) just out of curiosity you mentioned missing blacklisting, what us on that list if you don’t mind me asking?
Thanks love, I did, nice of you to ask. And ohh no, don’t even try me;) Exposing myself like that? In this lovely witch hunt climate of Tumblr? Nah-uh no siree!
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eustaciavye77 : I worked retail for a while: Good shoes DO matter. Also your body will adjust. And everyone feels confused and uncertain at a new job for a while. There's a learning curve for sure.
ya last year I worked as a dog walker and I was hoping that overtime my feet would adjust but they just got worse and worse, so I bought super expensive tennis shoes with good reviews for support while walking and standing, but I felt like they didn’t make much of a difference. though that could have been because my feet were already damaged from walking in normal shoes for so long. so the plan is, if my inserts don’t seem to make a difference over the next few weeks I’ll have to see a podiatrist and see what they recommend in the way of shoe types.
and thank you it is helpful to hear that, it’s just so hard to know that you are lagging in terms of what they are used to from experienced workers and everyone I work with seems super nice but I wish I could just magically know everything super well. which obviouslyy is not realistic.
