#Valentine's Day Reunion

[oppitfs]

Happy Valentine's Day and itafushi Friday 🐯💘🐺

[nightjars-nest-art]

Happy Valentine's <3

[mythicalartistx]

Soriku Valentine's Reunion

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[acknowledgetheabsurd]

All my hope, all my courage comes finally from what I expect as a total reunion, love, emotion, joy, and absolute freedom between us, bodies and soul, transparency and naturalness. And I do not wait for it as a utopia. I wait for it because I am sure of it. And it is not so far, no, it is not so far. Because listen carefully: yesterday in the mountain I saw the first flowers of the almond tree. The tree was still black. But at the ends of the branches a dozen or so frail and soft flowers were already rustling in the wind. You understand, my love, Maria dear! It was the extreme point of the extreme beginning of spring. And a great impulse came to my eyes and heart, which I can call no more than an impulse of adoration. I made a vow. I looked for a long time at the crying petals. And I went home, my heart full of love. Goodbye, my beautiful and wonderful love. I kiss my Valentine and give her the few flowers that we should give on Valentine's Day to the one that we love. You are the one I love, before every spring, and I kiss you deeply, with all my love.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 12, 1950 [#187]

[daily-snufkin]

hi! to the anon who asked about day 4 Moomin cloud a month or two ago.

1. I apologize for answering so late I hope you remember that you sent the ask 😭

2. no, it was not intentional, you on the other hand have a big imagination! it's interesting how the brain can recognize things in abstract wonders and see something familiar in it! (tho please get your mind out of the gutter)

[macverse]

Whether or not you want to spend the day with Steve, with Chris or with Justin I've got you covered. Click below to snuggle up with your fictional beau for the day. Pick your fic: Warnings Key: G - General, M - Mature 18+, ! - Sensitive Content

5 am & a Wake Up - M It's 5 am and you don't want to get out of bed. Chris doesn't want you to get up either. [link]

Backstage Pass - M Some people dream of waking up to find out that they've become famous overnight. One morning, you wake up to find that you've become famous for all the wrong reasons and it is all because of someone more famous than you've ever dreamt of becoming. [link]

Protection - ! A story told by two: JC fails to protect the thing that means the most to him but Justin does not [link]

Inked - M You wouldn't call it an obsession but Chris' tattoos do something to you [link]

What You Know - M You know you love Chris. You know you've been feeling sad. You know you can't keep feeling like this. What you don't know is if you are strong enough to say what you need to say in order to walk away. [link]

What You Can See Now - M In the span of time between your leaving LA and now, you've questioned whether or not it had been the correct decision to break up with Chris. Things hadn't been what you expected. It made you wonder if things with Chris had really been all that bad. It made you wonder if it had all been a misunderstanding. Could you change your mind? Could you and Chris be together again? You've questioned your decisions that day almost every moment of every day until today, until what you can see in front of you now. [link]

What You Hope You Can Change - M Chris wants you back but doesn't know if he deserves you. He sees how much he's ruined everything. He wants you to be happy, but it hurts to let you go. [link]

Mi Amante - G You and Chris haven’t been together for very long but you know you both want things to last. You both don’t usually have any problems talking about your feelings with each other. Something about this recent hurdle is stopping the both of you from opening up to each other. [link]

Yuletide - M It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier [link]

My Bloody Noghts with Mr. Evans - ! M By the end of the evening, the haphazardly spilled bloody mary wasn't the only thing staining the table linens a deep red. [link]

Thirst - M You may have teased Chris just a bit too far and now you have to pay for it. Not that you're complaining. [link]

[yazzy-khan]

my twelfth doctor action figure arrived today but the clara figure isn’t coming for a few weeks (he has to wait for her)… but she’s due to arrive on VALENTINES DAY

[siren-darkocean]

Aaaaaaand HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FUCKERS! I ended up doing this two days early (aka today as I'm scheduling this post) so here we go of Sapphira and Mata Nui!

Reminder I am the creator of Ice Toa series not just Turned Real

So yeah this ship was waaaay before I found the Mata Nui X Ackar ship so yeah have an OC X Canon ship from a fic series

[aceinthetrap]

THE BEST THING - Zhang Ling He, Xu Ruo Han

OUR GENERATION - Zhao Jin Mai, Zhang Ling He

THE PRINCESS'S GAMBIT - Liu Xue Yi, Meng Zi Yi

MOONLIT REUNION - Xu Kai, Tian Xi Wei

[erik-even-gayer]

11. dinner dates or brunch dates? 32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? 45. favorite pajamas?

11. I would have to say dinner dates. I can't get it together in the morning to get out of the house in time for brunch.

32. Does Romy and Michele's High School Reunion count as a romcom? If not, then my next choice would be My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

45. None whatsoever.

Ask me other questions.

[ktownshizzle]

k's MYG masterlist

for the yoongi lovers, the yoongi missers... stories about our honey boy.

Legend: [ 𐙚 ] fluff [ ♡ ] smut [ ☁ ] angst [ ✿ ] suggestive [ シ ] comedy [ 🜲 ] personal favorite [ ☆ ] reader favorite

IDOL AUs

Wild & Free 🜲 - [completed two-shot] BF2L, coworkers. permission to dance era. revolves around the infamous "Yoongi Marry Me" catchphrase. Jimin thinks he is cupid. 𐙚♡☁

Terms & Conditions 🜲 - [ongoing series] office romance set during yoongi’s alternative military service. slowburn and suddenly they fuck a lot. glimpse into what it could be like as an idol's gf. Jungkook is into MC's army bestie. 𐙚♡☁

Love & Lullabies ☆ - [ongoing series] DILF Yoongi. MC is Namjoon's BFF who enlists her help to be the nanny of yoongi's son with lee sung kyung. mental health themes. yoongi is down baddd and attempts to rizz up MC many times before she gives in. 𐙚♡☁

Honey & Citrus ☆ - [ongoing series] strangers to lovers. coffee shop meet-cute. for all my corporate girlies. basically revolves around a caffeine-induced war of who pays first. valentine's day first date. 𐙚

Watermelon & Suga - [completed one-shot] Boat Sex! Inspired by the d-day tour in phuket vlog, yoongi meets, you the island girl of his dreams. Did I mention Boat sex? Filthiest thing on this masterlist, but also surprisingly sweet. 𐙚♡

NON-IDOL AUs

Friends & Fools ☆ - [completed one-shot] BFF idiots to lovers. set all in the night of their HS reunion. everyone knows they're perfect for each other, except them apparently. 𐙚✿

A Christmas Encore - [completed two-shot] estranged friends almost lovers to lovers. hobi as MC's fuck buddy. super hallmark movie inspired. small snow covered town + a concert to save the cultural center! 𐙚♡☁

That Trickey Hickey - [completed one-shot] F2L. yoongi gets drunk and gives MC a hickey. honestly that's it. oh yeah, cameo from the maknaes who are literal clowns. 𐙚✿シ

CROSSOVER

Nerd & Nerdier 🜲 - [completed series] love triangle situation with MC + jeon wonwoo of SVT. roommates who both decide they want you. there's a rap battle. plus lots of cute dates. self-indulgent to the max. if you love both these dudes, you just found your fic and you're welcome. 𐙚♡シ☁

[apollognese]

Happy Valentine's Day from the record holder of 'best long distance relationship'!!

That reunion is gonna be so lit, I can feel it😩😩

[leftoverghosts]

art + patrick

futile devices by sufjan stevens — reunion x mrta bestfriend

art donaldson

24hr dog by fka twigs — switch x foundation employee american teenager by ethel cain — stanford x tashi!user icu by phoebe bridgers ��� atl x ex-teen sweetheart birds of a feather by billie eilish — husband x f!wife close to you by the carpenters — sf manipulative x friend the right side of my neck by faye webster — x regret softcore by the neighbourhood — pro x long distance at sf do i make you nervous by lilyisthatyou — flop x t zweig!user bad religion by frank ocean — divorcee x "paid date" stud by troye sivan — winston salem x m!rookie tennis player

tashi duncan

oh no! by marina — rival x f!number one tennis player agora hills by doja cat — stanford jealous x visiting bff

patrick zweig

whats for dinner? by dominic fike — chef x first date 7 summers by morgan wallen — visiting cowboy x city girl striptease by fka twigs — cheating sub x new dom iris by the googoo dolls — pining x engaged tashi!user gunshot glitter by jeff buckley — romeo x juliet nepo babies crush by ethel cain — spiraling x "i can fix him" girls feel good by fka twigs — longing x vacay in greece your wish...command by kim petras — broke x sugar baby conceited by lola young — #1 x on and off again tashi!user kiss city by blondshell — pining x maneater talk to me nice by tinashe — x broke (x2) roadtrip r u mine? by arctic monkeys — x head on his thigh nosebleeds by doechii — x cocky married tennis players no children by jack kays — x thomas+ellen (nosferatu)

hello, my loves! i hope everyone is having a wonderful valentine’s day. remember, today doesn’t have to be only about romantic love (though corporations might argue otherwise)! use it as an excuse to tell the people around you how much you appreciate them—and don’t forget to look in the mirror and remind yourself that you love you, too.

as always, bots are labeled mature. thank you to og thigh anon—i hope it was okay that i made it into a bot. some of you might notice that a few of these are based on our conversations! riff and carmen bots will come after my mini vacay!

stanford abbreviated to sf! users could work as gn! unless stated otherwise. xoxoxo

[chremes007]

Happy Valentine Day💘🍫

Zukka as interacial long-distance boyfriends; maybe they do the nose-bumping thing every time they reunion.

(pic 2) Katara : Oh my gosh, didn’t know my brother love his friend this much🥰

[55sturn]

in which valentine’s day with matt doesn’t go as planned…

idk what inspired this LMFAO but if this idea has been done, i apologize [ i haven’t read any matt fics in so long ] but if you’d like inspo tags or creds of any sort, just send me a dm and i’ll tag you!

you knew. you absolutely knew that you shouldn’t have expected much more than a horny “u up?” text from matt on valentine’s day. after all you were two best friends that had a tendency to fuck every other week.

but the reoccurring sweet, albeit bare minimum, but somewhat romantic gestures from matt had fed you false hope. again and again. he always made promises of more, he was always calling you his special girl, or his number one girl, putting you before almost anything.

and you had secretly hoped that he had something planned, even if it was just softer, slower, and slightly more passionate sex. but you were let down. and it broke your heart a little bit more than you wanted to let on.

he had hinted at getting together for valentine’s day earlier in the week, giving you a vague time to be ready by, and that was more than enough for you to take the idea and run. you had always been a little naive, but this time, it seemed to reach a new level, especially as his replies from monday and today seemed to grow from slim to almost nonexistent. but still, you held onto that hope.

dinner time had finally come around, and you felt ridiculous, and honestly, a little helpless, waiting on a sign, any sign possible, that matt was thinking about you. but as you checked your phone for the millionth time, you were met with radio silence. the pathetic sting of being forgotten about started to roll in as you took in your appearance. you had done your makeup, put on a cute dress to hide the delicate blue lingerie set you had on underneath.

you felt tears start to sting the back of your eyes as you stood and made your way to your room, starting to break down all the work you put into looking pretty and delicate, only for the one man you wanted to pretend you didn’t exist. after your shower, not complete without you berating yourself and crying silently as the water fell down in a heavy a stream, and a post sob session nap, your phone finally pinged, waking you from your sleep.

matthew.sturniolo posted a new story!

upon clicking the notification, you were met with a blurry and almost impossible to figure out picture of matt with a film camera covering his face, and a girl tucked into his side. and you were forced to swallow a bitter pill.

matt had chosen another girl over you. he had picked someone else to spend the day with. the one day quite literally marketed to spending time with the ones you loved deeply, marketed to embracing all sorts of love and connections. and he didn’t pick you. he wasn’t beside you, teasing you about the way you blush every time he called you “his darling girl” and he wasn’t kissing you so hard that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. but rather, he was on the other side of the city, tangled up in someone else’s bed.

and he had the nerve to text you days later, making up some lame excuse that he had gotten over worked and busy filming videos ahead of time with his brothers to post while on tour. and you wanted to ignore the texts, letting him stare at the tiny, bolded “delivered” taunting him beneath each text he sent. but you couldn’t, not when his apologies seemed so genuine, sickeningly sweet, and so convincing, even when you knew the truth.

and you couldn’t help but fall back into his embrace, but it felt different this time. it was ruined by something a bit more solemn than usual, it was a sweet and comforting reunion, tainted by the bitter taste that lingered in your mouth every time he kissed you. and matt couldn’t ignore that you weren’t fully present, no matter how hard he tried. despite him initially only showing up to get in a quick nut, he still cared deeply for you, after all he was your friend, first and foremost.

you didn’t cave when he first asked, surprisingly, you stood your ground and acted as if you were unbothered, but you slowly started to crumble the softer and more desperate his voice grew. and as he pleaded during the final ask, with his eyes softening around the edges, and his hands cradling you so gently, as if you were made of glass, and sometimes you felt like you were with how sensitive you could be, you bared your soul. you told him how much him ignoring you on that stupid holiday made you feel, tears pricking your eyes as he scoffed.

he was quick to remind that he didn’t owe you anything romantic and domestic, especially not on a holiday meant to celebrate couples and love, when he didn’t love you, at least not the way you wanted him to. and he was quick to deflect his shitty behaviour and the way he left you hanging, waiting on him, by calling you naive, questioning how you could genuinely believe that he would do something like that. he was cold, mean, and so very cruel, blaming his own empty promises on your feelings and emotions. and he left without so much as another word upon seeing your hurt written all over your face, feeling far too guilty for playing with such a delicate heart, but he was damned if he’d ever admit that he hurt you.

he had too much pride in his soul to acknowledge that what he was doing was cruel, there was something so wrong that felt so right in having you wrapped around his finger, waiting on his every beck and call because you were too blindly in love with him to see he was only using you for something physical.

and once again, you were left feeling small and minuscule after he had broken your heart again, and you couldn’t fathom why he hurt you so much when he was meant to be your friend before and above anything else. and so you found yourself stuck in that same helpless and utterly pathetic cycle of waiting for him to return with his tail between his legs, spewing nothing but bullshit, with half-hearted apologies and promises of things you knew he’d never deliver, begging you to forgive him.

and you knew you would. because that was the difference between you and matt, you would forgive and believe anything to have him in your life, while he would lie to you just to get back into your bed.

[crowsofdarkness]

Valentine's Day with Bill.

18+ CW's underneath the cut(unprotected pinv, oral with female receiving, spanking, choking.)

Letting out a long yawn, I trekked farther into the airport, dragging my suitcase behind me. It had been a long week of visiting my family but now that the reunions were finished, I was beyond ready to head back home. 

Back to Bill. 

In the three years we’d been dating, we were used to being away from each other for weeks even months at a time due to his filming schedules. 

Pulling out my phone before I headed through security at the airport, I read the new text from Bill. 

Bill 🩶: I’m sorry, angel. I won’t be able to pick you up from the airport. But I can meet you at home.

My heart sunk to the depths of my stomach. All day I’d been looking forward to seeing Bill’s face as I stepped through the doors of the airport. 

Me: It’s okay, love. I can order an uber. I should be back home by 8. Maybe we can have a late dinner together? 

Bill 🩶: Already taken care of, angel. 

With a yawn, I adjusted my glasses as I stepped through the gate doors of the airport, dragging my bags behind me. There was a delay in taking off at the last airport, meaning I was now arriving in New York at 9 p.m. rather than 7 p.m. I had to buy Wi-Fi on the plane so I could message Bill to let him know about the delay. 

With my phone in one hand, I was about to order an Uber when my feet skidded to a halt at the sight in front of me. 

What a cheeky little…

Bill smirked as he held a bouquet of daisies. 

“Hi, angel,” he mused. 

I reached for the flowers and brought them to my nose, inhaling their scent, and then peered up at Bill. 

“I thought you couldn’t pick me up.” 

Bill brushed away a loose strand of hair from my face. “I sort of lied. I had plans to pick you up then take you out to dinner for Valentine's day but when your flight got delayed, I had to switch things up.” 

“So you’ve been waiting here for two hours?” I asked. 

“Worth it.” 

He shrugged before wrapping his fingers behind my neck to bring our lips together in a long overdue kiss. His tongue immediately molded against mine and I moaned into it, my hand sprawling over his chest. The material of his sweater felt warm underneath my palm and I let myself fall into him when his hands grasped my hips. 

“I missed you, Y/N,” Bill’s teeth grazed over my bottom lip. 

“I missed you too, love.” 

With his arm wrapped around my shoulder and other hand holding my bags, Bill led me out of the airport and towards his car parked in the parking lot. Once we were settled, he began the drive back home. I nestled into the passenger seat and let out a content sigh. 

“Tired?” Bill questioned with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh. 

“No, surprisingly. I thought I would be but I’m just happy to be back home.” 

He brought my hand to his lips to kiss along my knuckles. “I’m glad you’re back too.” 

For the rest of the drive home, I told him how the family reunion went while he told me what he did the last few weeks. Since he was busy filming a new movie, he couldn’t come to the reunion. 

As we walked down the long hallway to our apartment, another yawn slipped through my lips and I nearly stumbled. Bill chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. 

“You should get some sleep, angel.” 

I frowned while burying myself into his sweater. “But it's Valentine's Day and I missed you.” 

His lips brushed along my forehead as we stopped in front of our door and he unlocked it. The darkness of our home escaped into the hallway as I stepped through the threshold and when I clicked on the lights, a gasp fell from my lips. 

Matching the daisies bouquet I had clutched in my arms, our entire apartment was littered. Music played softly as I noticed the steaming dinner plated on our kitchen island, candles lit and spread throughout. 

Turning on my heels, I gaped at Bill who leaned against the door with a smug smile. 

“What is this?” I asked, doing my best not to cry. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, angel. I had our neighbor set this up for me while we were on our way home. She had to warm up the dinner I cooked earlier but I promise it’s still good,” he said. 

Our neighbor, an older lady named Patty, was always willing to help us out when needed. 

My eyes widened. “Oh, I’ve been so busy with traveling that I didn’t have a chance to buy you anything.”

Bill pushed himself off the door and immediately cupped my face so I could look up at him. The hood of his sweater was still pulled over his eyes, dark tendrils falling into his face. 

“You know I don’t need anything. Just you, angel. But I wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.” 

I left a firm but quick kiss on his lips, muttering against them. “Thank you, Bill.” 

He smiled while motioning behind me. “Come on, let's eat.” 

“Fuck, Bill,” I moaned when his tongue licked up the patch of skin his teeth grazed. 

My nails dragged down his bare chest, leaving red marks along his skiin as he continued to slam his cock into me, the couch beneath us scraping along the wood floors. 

“So tight. I missed you,” he groaned into the crook of my neck as his hips stilled. 

I knew he was close but also knew that he didn’t want it to end yet. What started as a nice romantic dinner turned into a heavy make out session on the couch. Neither of us could wait any longer and needed to be connected once again. 

His fingers brushed along the folds of my pussy and I shook with the feeling as he slowly dragged his cock all the way out, only leaving the tip inside. 

“Bill,” I whined while raising my hips. “Please.” 

His teeth dragged along my nipples. “Please what?” 

I raked my nails through his hair and yanked back causing Bill to let out a loud hiss. “Fuck, angel.” 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me, Bill. Please.” 

My screams echoed throughout the apartment when he buried his cock deep within me again, his pace becoming ruthless. But our position on the couch wasn’t the greatest, I needed to be able to feel him even deeper. We couldn’t make it to the bedroom when we first started and there was no way I was going to stop this now. 

Bill could tell I needed something different because with one strong arm, he lifted me from the couch to carry me over to the kitchen table. I squealed in delight as I writhed in his embrace. 

“What are you doing?” I asked as he made me lean back. 

He brushed back the sweat slicked hair from his forehead and licked his lips. “I need a taste of you.” 

With a tight grip on my thighs, he spread my legs wide apart before he knelt between them. The warmth of his tongue sent shockwaves to my entire system as he lapped up the remnants of my previous orgasm he gave me on the couch and I arched off the table when he began sucking on my clit. 

“Shit, Bill. I’m going to-.” 

With two fingers spearing me wide open before pumping in fast succession and his mouth sucking on my sensitive clit, I let the shock of my orgasm tear through me with such a force that it nearly took my breath away. 

“Such a good girl,” Bill mused while laying a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “I missed the way you taste.” 

I only had a few minutes to breath before he was yanking me off the table to now stand on my feet. He patted my ass. 

“Lean your hands against the window,” he nodded towards the patio door. 

“What-?” I shuffled on my feet. 

Bill’s lips attacked mine in a ravenous kiss and when he pulled away, he brushed my arousal off of his lips with his thumb. 

“Be a good girl, Y/N, and do what I say,” his voice was as dark as his eyes. 

Not wanting to disappoint, I quickly made my way over to the patio door that led out to our balcony and rested my palms against the glass. Thankfully we shut off all but one of the lights so no one would be able to peer up into our apartment and see what we were doing.

"Keep your hands on the window," he demanded and then yanked my hips back to him so I was bent over. 

Nodding furiously, I spread my hands against the window of the patio door when his cocked slipped inside of me again, his name falling off my lips in a prayer. 

“That’s right, pray to me,” Bill rasped as he bit down on my shoulder. 

One arm wrapped around my stomach while the other tightened around my throat to bring my chest against his back, this new angle making my vision blurry. It felt so good, the burn, and Bill knew how bad I needed it to hurt. 

He squeezed until I felt the air being ripped away from me, his cock slamming into me with no sign of stopping. He never held back and I never wanted him too.  I needed it to hurt, needed it to burn, that I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

When I felt the darkness creeping to the corners of my eyelids due to how tight he was gripping my throat, I let out a choked moan. 

“Safe word?” he muttered into my ear before kissing the skin behind there. 

Although his voice was soft and concerning, the way he fucked me was completely different. 

I did my best to shake my head with his tight grip around my throat. “Keep. Going. So. Close.” 

Bill eased his grip a bit so I could take a deep breath before he tightened it again. My orgasm was so close, I just needed a little something to have it wash over me. As my hand moved to my clit, Bill smacked my ass, the sound echoing through our apartment. Instead, his thumb pressed circles against my clit and that was exactly what I needed to let my orgasm finally release from the tightness of my body. I came with such vigor on Bill’s cock he groaned into my hairline. 

“Such a good girl,” he praised while letting go of the vice grip around my throat. 

Gulping for hair, I nodded. “Yes.” 

Nails dug into the skin of my hips as Bill’s pace became even more frantic, him chasing his own release, and I was so far gone in my post orgasmic haze that I nearly didn’t hear the two words he said. 

“Wh-what?” I stuttered. 

Bill’s hips stilled for a beat before he let out a deep, guttural groan when he spilled his warm release into me. 

“Marry me.” 

Before my body could fall into a heap to the ground, Bill lifted me to sit me on the edge of our kitchen island. His large hand cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to gaze upon him. His pupils were blown wide due to our actions and his chest rose and fell as he did his best to catch his breath. His warm cum dripped down my legs onto the cold marble beneath me but I didn’t dare think about the mess. I only thought about those two words. 

“What did you say?” I asked, still breathless. 

“Marry me,” Bill said again without an ounce of hesitation. 

Everything around us seemed to fall away, the eerie quiet of the apartment now ringing loudly in my ears. My heart beat loudly in my chest that I could feel it in my throat when I realized how sincere Bill was. This wasn’t a joke, he meant those words. 

As if he thought I was doubting him, he ripped open our junk drawer in the kitchen to pull out a small velvet box and my breath caught in my throat. 

“Fuck, you’re serious?” I choked out. 

Bill smiled wickedly as he opened the box, the light above the kitchen sink catching the diamond almost instantly. The gold band was thin but the oval shape of the diamond almost sat perfectly against it. 

“With you, Y/N. I’ve never been more serious about anything,” he said. 

My throat burned in the best way. Never in this lifetime did I ever expect to have such a romantic Valentine's Day. Guys in my past never gave a shit so to have Bill go all out was something I wasn't used to but knowing he loved me so much made my heart swell. 

I began to nod wildly. “Fuck yes!” 

With a laugh, Bill collided our lips together in a fever kiss before reluctantly pulling away to slide the ring onto my finger.  wrapped my legs around his naked form to bring him closer to me and I hung my arms around his neck. We were still naked and the cool air from the open window chilled my heated skin.

“Now that we’re engaged, I think we need to celebrate,” I waved the hand with the ring in front of his face playfully. 

He grasped it to leave a kiss upon the ring. “Say no more, angel.” 

My squeals bounced off the walls of our home as Bill carried me into our bedroom to start our engagement celebrations.