#fiance

[isaiahomega]

using another language in your writing does show a little... finesse

this is problematic of me (joke) but i really enjoy the splashing of french into english speech or writing. just adds a pizzazz

[queerglassescutie]

One week ago today, I said YES!!!!! 👬🏻💍

On Thursday, October 3rd 2024, around 5PM, my then boyfriend, now FIANCÉ took me on a gorgeous pre-dinner walk along Lake of the Isles. We stopped at a beautiful, scenic bench spot where we often like to read. It overlooks the sparkling lake, with trees that are bent but still strong and leaves that wrap around each other in the breeze. It is one of our all-time favorite spots.

We sat for a while, talking about life and love, and anything else that came up. We never run out of things to say, but when he got down on one knee, I was speechless. He smiled at me and said “Today was such a great reminder of how I want to do this forever… Will you marry me?”

I am so unbelievably thrilled to say HELL YES and to spend the rest of my life with my best friend and the best person I’ve ever known.

I love you forever, Grant. I cannot wait to marry you😘

[jarofalicesgrunge]

📸: Layne Staley Personally Owned this Rare Original Photograph with His Muse Demri Parrott.

[delulu-sushi]

Mikey-Kun Wedding/Proposal HC!!!

Sry I haven't posted recently ;(. Requests r open!!! (Feel free to ask for any anime, I'll see what i can do) Future Motorcycle racer Mikey ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~~

✧ From the moment he saw you, he knew he wanted you to be his, his Sano

✧ After you guys have been together for a good while, he'll definitely start thinking about marriage and having a family

⋄❥ Although tbh, he would talk about it all the time, every year

✧ The first thing he'll do is slowly try to incorporate talks of marriage and family to see your reaction, he wants it to be a surprise

✧ When you answer with a smile, he knows, you're ready

✧ He will go to Mitsuya the next moment to get EVERYTHING ready - the man hasn't even proposed yet. He takes Mitsuya's opinion on color, designs, etc. bc ur Mitsuya's #1 consumer

✧ He will be super fidgety and start internally screaming when it's time to propose, but he knows you won't hurt him

✧ He loves you so much don't reject the baby boi

You make him the happiest man in the universe

❧ He calls all his friends to boast the new "Fiancé" status, and makes sure you're there to see his reaction

❧ He will immediately start planning the whole wedding scene and talk about it with you -> Late night bed talks

❧ He will start calling you "Wife" in his head, and blushes a little every time

❧ Midnight rides to all your favorite places

❧ He wants an extravagant Wedding to make it the most memorable day of your life

❧ He doesn't release the engagement to the public, and doesn't like gathering attention to his personal life. Fans are one thing, media is another.

❧ He will travel the world with you, enjoying your last months before becoming wife and husband

You went from his companion to princess to queen to empress to goddess, you're his everything

❥ The wedding is extravagant, and he makes you feel like a diamond

❥ A lot of white, but some hints of blue and purple

❥ LOTS of dessert, he has a dorayaki on the cake

❥ He looks his most handsome, hair combed how you like it, and a tailor maid outfit by Mitsuya that you absolutely adore. You feel proud that this is your man

❥ The moment you enter, his eyes land on you immediately, and he can't stop staring. The way your dress embodies your heavenly beauty, the way your hair enhances your face, and how the hickey he gave you last night peeks out a bit, despite the make up artists' best efforts to hide it

❥ He never leaves your side. He's not clingy, but he wants to spend every moment with you.

❥ Everyone is happy for you two.

❥ He sheds a tear when you get married and happy cries when you two are alone

❥ He has the first dance with you, in a beautiful garden, under the moonlight, lights shining on the two of you

❥ He records the entire thing and shows it to your kids when they are getting married

He's your world

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A/N: Kinda wrote this half-asleep... Would you guys like me to write this as a scenario?

[northeast-ffa]

I don’t think my fiancé understands how hot it feels to have his belly resting on my ass and flowing onto my back while he fucks me from behind.

On the same note, his belly weighing down on me and just fully covering me during missionary 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[valkyriexo]

Broken Promises

ᑉ³pairing; Fiancé! Bangchan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Angst

ᑉ³warnings; Arguments, Alcohol, cursing

ᑉ³Authors Note; Surprise.. another angst (said no one ever)!

Sitting alone at the small table in the quaint bakery, surrounded by an array of beautifully decorated cakes, you can't shake the growing sense of unease gnawing at your stomach. Chan was supposed to meet you here for the cake tasting for your wedding, but as the minutes tick by, there's still no sign of him.

Glancing down at your phone for what feels like the hundredth time, you force a smile as you reply to the concerned messages from the bakery staff, assuring them that Chan will be arriving shortly. But with each passing moment, your assurances feel emptier and emptier.

The bakery owner, a middle-aged woman with warm, motherly eyes and flour-dusted apron, approaches you with gentle steps, her expression a mixture of concern and empathy. As she reaches your table, she offers a sympathetic smile, lines of experience etched into the corners of her eyes, revealing a lifetime of witnessing both joy and sorrow.

"Is everything okay, dear?" she asks in a soft, soothing voice, her tone carrying the weight of genuine care. "Your fiancé seems to be running a bit late."

You nod, plastering on a smile that feels more like a grimace. "Oh, he's just caught up with something. He'll be here soon, I'm sure of it."

But even as the words leave your lips, doubt gnaws at the edges of your mind. Where is Chan? Why hasn't he shown up for something as important as choosing your wedding cake?

As the minutes turn into hours, the atmosphere in the bakery grows increasingly awkward. The staff exchange concerned glances, and you can feel the weight of their pitying stares bearing down on you.

Finally, unable to bear the charade any longer, you excuse yourself from the table and step outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the cool brick wall of the bakery, you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill over.

You had envisioned this day as a happy occasion, a chance to celebrate your love and plan for your future together. But now, it feels like just another reminder of Chan's inability to prioritize your relationship.

Feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment, you pull out your phone and start typing a message to Chan.

Still, there's no response from Chan. You try calling him, but it goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to set in as you realize that he's not picking up.

Tears blur your vision as you hit send, the weight of Chan's absence bearing down on you like a ton of bricks. You're left feeling hurt and confused, wondering how and why he could have missed something so important to you both.

As you walk briskly away from the bakery, you can't shake the feeling of betrayal that weighs heavy on your heart.

Each step feels like a painful reminder of Chan's absence. Tears threaten to spill over, but you blink them back, refusing to let yourself break down in public.

As you reach your home, you unlock the door with trembling hands and step inside, the familiar surroundings offering a small sense of peace amidst all of your emotions.

Alone in the quiet of your apartment, you finally allow yourself to release the floodgates of pent-up frustration and sorrow. Tears stream down your cheeks as you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the day's events crashing down on you all at once.

You pull out your phone, hoping against hope for a message or a call from Chan, but the screen remains stubbornly blank. With a heavy sigh, you set the device aside, resigning yourself to the painful reality of his absence.

As you sit on the couch, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, the sound of the door unlocking startles you. Your heart leaps with a flicker of hope, but as Chan staggers through the doorway, his movements unsteady and his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol, your hope quickly dissipates into a sinking feeling of disappointment.

"What the hell?" you ask, your voice a mixture of concern and frustration.

Chan's eyes struggle to focus as he blinks blearily at you. He gasps "Babbbyyyyyy" he slurs, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Hi beautifuuull."

Anger bubbles up in your chest, hot and fierce, as you struggle to contain the storm raging inside you. "Don't you 'baby' me," you snap, your voice sharp . "Where have you been, Chan? You were supposed to be with me."

But Chan's smile only widens, oblivious to the turmoil in your heart. "I was out celebrating, love," he says, his words slurred and carefree, as if the weight of his absence bears no significance. "With the boys, you know? It was a great night!"

The audacity of his nonchalant demeanor ignites a fire within you, the flames of your anger burning brighter with each passing moment. "Celebrating? While I sat here waiting for you?" you seethe, your voice trembling with rage. "You were supposed to be at the cake tasting with me. Do you have any idea how important that was? Do you even care about me at all?"

Chan's expression falters, a flicker of confusion dancing in his glazed eyes as he struggles to comprehend the depth of your hurt. "Of course I care, babe," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "I just... lost track of time, that's all."

Your voice cuts through the air like a knife, sharp and unforgiving, as you confront Chan's feeble attempt to brush off his actions. "No, Chan, you forgot," you repeat, your tone laced with the bitter sting of disappointment. "You forgot about me, about us, about everything we've been planning together."

Chan's gaze flickers with a mix of guilt and frustration, his defenses crumbling under the weight of your accusation. "I didn't mean to," he protests weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You cut him off with a wave of your hand, unable to bear his excuses any longer. "Save it, Chan. We have an important meeting tomorrow morning with the photographer and videographer. We need to finalize the details for the wedding, and I need you to be sober and present for that."

Chan nods, his expression contrite as he sinks onto the couch beside you. "I'll be there, I promise. I'll make it up to you."

You want to believe him, to trust that he'll follow through on his promise, but doubts linger in the back of your mind.

As Chan sinks onto the couch beside you, his expression contrite, you can feel the tension between you thickening. His drunken attempts at affection, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek, elicit a mixture of conflicting emotions within you.

"Chan, I'm not in the mood for this," you murmur, your voice tinged with frustration.

But Chan persists, his touch lingering as he leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "I love you, Y/N," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm sorry for messing up, but let me make it up to you."

You want to believe him, to let yourself be swept away by his words and his touch, but the memory of his absence and his neglect hangs heavy in the air between you. You can't bring yourself to let him off the hook so easily, not when this isn't the first time he's let you down.

With a heavy heart, you push him away gently, your resolve firm despite the ache in your chest. "Not tonight, Chan," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need some space."

Chan's expression falls, disappointment flashing in his eyes before he nods, accepting your decision. "Okay," he murmurs, his voice tinged with regret.

You watch as he retreats to the bedroom, disappointed. Unable to face the thought of sharing a bed with him tonight, you grab a pillow and a blanket, retreating to the couch where you curl up and try to push aside the hurt and disappointment that threatens to consume you.

As you close your eyes and try to drift off to sleep, the ache in your heart remains, a painful reminder of the rift that has grown between you and Chan. You know that tomorrow will bring difficult conversations and tough decisions, but for now, all you can do is try to find solace in the solitude of the couch and hope for a better tomorrow.

The next morning, you awaken with a heavy heart, the events of the previous night weighing heavily on your mind. Despite the restless night, you rise early, determined to face the day head-on.

As you make your way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, you can't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach. Glancing around the empty room, you realize that Chan is nowhere to be found.

A sense of apprehension washes over you as you check your phone, half-hoping to find a message from Chan explaining his absence. But the screen remains stubbornly blank, devoid of any communication from him.

With a sinking feeling in your chest, you push aside your worries and focus on the task at hand. You have an important meeting with the vendor this morning, and you can't afford to be late.

Quickly finishing your breakfast, you gather your things and head out the door, praying that Chan is already on his way. Maybe he's already on the way, you tell yourself, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety threatening to overwhelm you.

As you arrive at the meeting venue, you scan the area, searching for any sign of Chan. But he's nowhere to be seen, and your heart sinks as the realization dawns on you.

He's done it again.

As you step through the front door, the tension in the air is palpable, thick with unspoken frustrations and simmering resentment. You walk into your bedroom ready to sleep the pain fromt he day away. But your gaze falls upon Chan, seated at his desk, his headphones on as he works on his music, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Without a word, you storm over to him, your anger bubbling over. "Chan, we need to talk," you say, your voice tight with emotion.

Chan looks up, startled by the intensity of your tone. "What's wrong?" he asks, removing his headphones and turning to face you.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you keep letting me down, over and over again," you reply, your voice rising with each word. "What's wrong is that you can't seem to prioritize anything other than your damn music! You forgot about the meeting this morning. Again. Do you even care about our wedding?"

Chan's brow furrows in frustration. "Of course I care, but I had a deadline to meet. I couldn't just drop everything."

"That's not good enough, Chan," you shoot back, your hands trembling with anger. "You promised you would be there. You promised you would start taking our wedding seriously."

"I do take it seriously," Chan insists, his own frustration beginning to show. "But I have other responsibilities too. I can't just neglect my work."

"You're neglecting our relationship, Chan," you retort, the words bitter on your tongue. "You keep putting everything else before us, and I'm sick of it."

Chan stands up, his jaw clenched with pent-up frustration. "I'm doing the best I can, okay? I'm trying to juggle everything, but it's not easy."

Well, it's not good enough," you say, your voice trembling with emotion. "I need someone who can be there for me when it matters, someone who won't let me down."

The air crackles with tension as the weight of your words hangs heavy between you. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with the echo of unresolved anger and hurt.

Finally, Chan's voice rises in a roar of frustration. "I'm tired of always being the one to blame! Maybe if you weren't so demanding, I wouldn't have to constantly choose between you and my work!"

You reel back, stung by his words, but before you can respond, Chan continues, his anger pouring out in a torrent of emotion. "You have no idea what it takes to make it in this industry. This is my dream, Y/N. I can't just drop it because you want me to."

Your blood boils at his dismissive tone. "Dream? This isn't just about your dream, Chan. This is about us, about our future together. And you keep throwing it away for some stupid song."

His eyes flash with anger. "Don't you dare belittle my passion like that. You think planning a wedding is more important than my music?"

"Yes, I do!" you shout, your voice echoing off the walls. "Because this wedding is supposed to be about us, about our commitment to each other. But all you care about is yourself."

Chan's nostrils flare, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm selfish? Look in the mirror, Y/N. All you do is demand, demand, demand. You never think about what I need." He says slaming his headset down. "I'm sick of feeling like I'm not good enough for you! Maybe you should find someone else who can live up to your impossible standards!"

The words hit you like a slap in the face, the sting of his accusation cutting deep. "I'm demanding? I'm demanding because I expect you to show up for the most important day of our lives? Because I expect you to be there for me when I need you?" You take a deep breath. "Maybe... maybe you're right," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we shouldn't be getting married."

Chan's eyes widen in shock, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he struggles to process your words. "Y/N, wait—"

But before he can say anything else, you reach for the engagement ring on your finger, the metal cold against your skin. With a swift motion, you rip it off and fling it at him, the ring soaring through the air before landing with a dull thud at his feet.

Chan's face pales, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watches you turn and storm out of the room, your footsteps echoing off the walls like a thunderous drumbeat.

As you step outside into the cool night air, tears stream down your cheeks, mingling with the bitter taste of regret and heartache. With each step you take away from the house, the weight of your decision presses down on you like a heavy burden, but you know deep down that it's the right choice.

With a heavy heart, you make your way to your parents' house, seeking comfort in the familiar embrace of family. And as you collapse into their arms, the tears come in quickly, a torrent of emotion unleashed in the wake of your shattered dreams.

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[sixtyroses]

I SAID YES!!! 🌸✨️🐇

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My fiance and I adopted Chibi Robo, and cried while holding him because we were just so happy.

[ashpluto]

MY LOVE 😍

[admiralexclipse]

sharing the birdbath (ft @reachartwork)

[rat-at-heart]

Her boyfriend told her to get her lashes done, do we think he'll propose??

[cookimint28]

I really think they would proposed to each other at the same time🤣😂🤣

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Finn Shelby x reader - pregnancy cravings

Summary: finn and the reader are engaged and are also expecting. One morning when they wake up the baby is hungry.

(They are both at least 19 in this)

Warnings: stomach noises, pregnancy, belly rubs, fluff.

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I yawned as I opened my eyes. They morning sun was shining through the window and I turned my head to see my fiancé shifting.

He opened his beautiful eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back and he sat up on his elbow and we shared a passionate kiss. I giggled into the kiss and when we pulled apart he placed a soft hand on my belly.

He moved closer to me so my head was squished against his chest and he rubbed my belly. His eyes were full of love.

“I love you two so much.” Finn said and left another kiss to my head.

My belly moved a little and Finn smiled widely. He pressed on my belly gently and the baby kicked his hand. He giggled and kissed my lips.

We were enjoying our time together when my belly growled. Finn chuckled and stood up, helping me out of bed.

“Let’s go get that baby some food ‘eh” he said. I nodded and he held my hand and helped me walked down the stairs. I was only seven months pregnant and I could still do things on my own. But Finn wouldn’t know how to handle things if something happened to me or the baby.

We entered the kitchen and he sat me in a dining room chair. He looked through the cabinets and started naming off things for me to eat.

“We have cereal, crackers, a bunch of fruit, bread” when he named everything off my belly growled loudly when he said bread. He got some out and came over to me. He kneeled beside my belly and kissed it. He laid his head on it and closed his eyes with a smile of his face.

While he adored my belly it growled again. Finn chuckled and gave my tummy a kiss. He then cut some slices of bread for both of us and we ate together. While we ate he let his hand rest of my belly.

When we finished I was full and the baby was happy. Finn helped me to the couch and we sat together. He rested his head on my belly and I ran my fingers through his hair. He rubbed my under belly and smiled to himself.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” He said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Him?” I asked. He nodded.

“I think it’s going to be a boy. But I’ll be fine with a girl too.” He said. I nodded and kissed his head. Then we both fell asleep with full bellys.

[amyysfics]

lee minho - flowers

pairing: lino x fem!reader warnings: fluff summary: your fiancé deserves to get flowers, too word count: 642

©amyysfics (2023) All Rights Reserved - Reposting/Modification of any kind is not tolerated.

"What is your favourite kind of flower?" "You are."

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You closed the door to your shared apartment with your foot, making sure it wouldn't make loud of a noise. Your purse was heavy in your left hand, but what was in your right one was more important - a beautiful bouquet of orange and yellow flowers, handpicked by yourself.

One night, a few weeks ago, you were out with your friend Felix and listened to him be quite sad over the fact that he never got flowers as a gift, just because he was a man. It made you think back to all the gifts you had given to Minho, noticing that it was never simply, basic, good old flowers.

On your way home, you handpicked some flowers by a field close to your workplace and took them to a flowershop to get a professional to make the combination look more intentional.

The second the cats heard the door closing, they ran up to you. You assumed that your fiancé was already home, so you shushed them after giving all of them a soft pet over their heads - not that they listened. The further you stepped into your home, the more you could smell your favourite soup. It was a smell that reminded you of home. After putting your purse onto it's designated spot in the hallway, you hid the bouquet behind your back and made your way to the kitchen.

You figured that the dancer already knew you were home, because the cats would not stop meowing at you, ignoring all your shushing, so you didn't bother to warn him when you opened the door to the kitchen.

Without even turning to look at you, Minho sent a cheerful "Welcome home, jagiya." your way. He continued to cut some vegetables, even as you walked up to him and pressed a soft kiss onto his jawline. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he suppressed a warm smile. When he finally turned around, his eyes searched your face. It was a habit of his to look at all of your features, noticing the way your eyes were smaller from smiling. He saw the hair that got stuck on your eyelashes. And at last he leaned into your soft, chapped lips, kissing you. It was a kiss of honey. Of longing and love. It was pure and protective. It was home.

Only after you parted, did you greet Minho. He moved the hair that had been bothering your eyes for a few moments away. Just as he was about to get back to the cutting board you stopped him by grabbing his hand. "Wait a moment. I got you a little gift.", you removed your other hand from behind your back, finally revealing the gorgeous bouquet to him. "I walked by this field today and couldn't stop myself from picking some flowers for you."

Minho's eyes glistened. You thought, if you focussed enough, you could see the stars in them. They were filled with nothing but adoration. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a hug. Both of his hands wrapped around your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. He squeezed your frame tightly, "I'm never letting go of you." It was hidden from you, but a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Your entire body filled with a comfortable warmth. You took a deep breath, trying to savour the smell that was purely him - attempting to catch it to keep in your memory.

"Thank you, jagiya. Genuinely."

The tears on his face were visible to you, after you released eachother from your embraces. You didn't say anything - There was no need to. You wiped his tears with your thumbs, giving tiny pecks onto his cheeks. "I love you, too."

~~~

"In an endless garden of flowers I will always pick you."

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[northeast-ffa]

Horny Post 3:

My favorite sound is my bed frame creaking when my fiance gets in bed. I have a new frame and mattress picked out and ready to order, but I refuse to buy them until he breaks the frame we have.

[goddesseris-posts]

Love of my life 🖤